Comic Road Stories: Michael Kosta
Shoe Model - Atlanta, GA
I have to admit, being a comedian is pretty bad ass. There are a lot of nice perks of the job. Besides the most obvious perk of unlimited drinks, you also get to travel the world, make the occasional TV appearance, and we get paid to make people laugh (usually). Pretty bad ass if you ask me.
However, no job is perfect. I have to remind myself of this every time an audience member starts telling me a "Priest walks into a bar" joke, or when I'm staying at a "comedy condo" and I find a condom on the mattress, or when a barber in Edmonton starts taking pictures of me because "You've been on TV, eh?". That being said, it beats having to wake up at 7am and sit at a desk all day. I love my job, and most of all I love all the ridiculous people you meet along the way...
Comic Road Stories: Sam Tripoli
Comic Road Stories: Chris Porter
I don't own a dresser. I haven't needed one. June of 2007 was the first time I spent more than two weeks in one place since 2001. I have been on the road for six years. Musicians go on the road for a few months, maybe a year or two if they're lucky. We are on the road 35 weeks a year, every year. Why? Cause the road is a cigarette. You do too much of it at once and you become sick, but stay away too long and you start getting snippy with your loved ones. Road stories? We have a lot of them. We should.
It was 2001, I think. (Time speeds up on the road. Months become weeks, and a month ago is a lifetime. Yet Sundays always seem to last forever.) What I do know is that I was in Miami, and I was opening for Doug Stanhope...













