I'm still alive

Just wanted to let you know.

Darkness is me

I judge other comics. They say that you are what you judge. I judge this comic for being unfunny. Why? Why do I care? Because I'm scared. I look at other comics and I hate them. Why do I hate them so much? I hate that they have no self awareness. I hate that they're delusional. I'm that guy. I look at other comics and say what is that guy even doing here? He doesn't belong here. I'm scared. I'm scared that I don't belong here. I am what I judge.

Does that mean that I should stop judging? Fuck. Don't you have to judge to know what you like? Don't you have to judge people and make a decision. You see what they are doing and you see what path they are headed on and you judge that. You analyze the person and you judge what path they are on. Then you decide if you want to end up where they are. And then you take that path or you get the fuck off that path because you don't want to bang your head against the wall like that unfunny fucking comic is doing. You see that guy who doesn't write and it fucking scares you. So you fucking write. Then you see the guy who fucking writes and he still sucks. And that is fucking scary. There's nothing scarier than than saying to yourself that you would be funny if you just wrote more but then when you do write and you're even less funny. That's some scary shit. When you stop procrastinating and you start doing the work and you still suck. Where are you then? You used to have an excuse, you didn't write.

You don't have anything now. All you have is you. And you just aren't any good. That's a fucking dark place. Where do you go then? What do you do when you've done everthing you can do and you still suck? That's when you step into the darkness. When you realize you're all alone. You're fucked. You have no one and you have nothing. What do you do then? This is the comic.

Podcast - Duke Fightmaster

Podcast - Duke Fightmaster

Comedy advice

The comedian is like the pilot and the audience are the passengers. The pilot can't tell everyone that he "hopes this goes ok". If he's confident they relax.

The comedian is the musician and the audience is his instrument. He needs to become proficient with the instrument.

The comedian is like a lion tamer he can't show fear or the lion will eat him alive.

My thing

I want to create. I want to write.

Love
Connection
Hurt
Loss
Learning
Brothers
Let downs
Lost hopes
Depths of craziness
Friends
Laughter
Fun
Funny
Dad
Dreams
The wolf
The deer
The morning
Nothing
Drugs
Mullets
Fights
Losing
Reading
Staying busy
Church
Fucking
My dick
The vagina
God
Lesbos
Strategy
Alliances
Plans
Heartache
Seriousness
Taste
Learning curves
Big league
Anger hidden
Anger risen
Comparing
Coincidence
Heroes
Gurus
Books
Liars
Bullshitters
Girlfriends
Masturbation fantasies
Homes
Women
Stealing
Skateboarding
Bankie
Bully threatening
Vandalism
Veganism
City people are better
Unsolicited advice
Food stamps
Fear of work
Fear of death
Hugs
I hate dad
The fire inside
Before god
The devil
Light as a feather
The video game
4th deminsional double
Ecankar
Tp-ing a house
Racism
Sexism
Religion Rapes you
Don't think
Panic
The end of the world
Death
Different kinds
Sleep
Eating and over eating
Gratitude
The astral plane
Best friends cheating
The problem with free is it costs a lot

I'm nervous

I'm fucking nervous. What the fuck did I get myself into? An hour? Headlining?

Fuck

There's over 100 people on my guest list but I thing some people on the facebook invites say yes with no intention of going. It's a late show. What if no one comes? What if my mind goes blank? Who the fuck do I think I am?

I'm not sure who I am. Who cares. Who's anyone? Who cares?

I'll be fine.

I'm cool.

Don't bother me.

I don't care if I play for one person, I'm going to rock this place!!!!!!!!

No more why

Visions and flowers and under the dirt decisions
Up into the stars with over working fury
Untold lives and deep down secrets of visions
Toward the snakes unfurl asking where were we?
Skys go deep into the patterns and the folding
The sound goes far and extends like that night
With nothing in my hand from the molding
Feeding the teeth in fear of the metal knight
Holding true is loosing its grip and ceasing
The mountain is turning flat in front of my eyes
The home I don't own the term is only leasing
With fists unclenched to the sky I direct whys