Years ago I tried my hand at standup comedy. Open Mics at Funny Bone Comedy Club in Columbus Ohio. It was a mess trying to be a standup comic in that town. Too many people, and not enough open mics. The day Bob Hope died was the last day I went up. I was booed at, hissed at even. The Bob Hope joke I did on his day of death was a little too soon for the audience of mostly older couples.

I now live off of Bob Hope Drive, in Burbank, California. A different state. I have traveled with some of the best comics around. I filmed and edited comedy history, and learned alot about the art form. Hypnotizing the audience, and bringing them inside your fucked up world.

I decided to try it again.

Joe Rogan threw me into the arena, Sold Out audience in Atlanta, GA. The night before the UFC. Midnight show at the Atlanta Punchine, filled with drunks, UFC meatheads, and a days notice to write a new 5 mins of material. Of course I appeared nervous, and flustered, but I think I pulled it off. I have been writing since, and I have done a few more sold out shows around the country with Joe. Now im focusing on some open mics here in Los Angeles. I will keep you updated.

But here is my return video.. I will get better.