Comedians

Interview by Manuel Garcia

The air in the night sent a tingling sensation through my spine, with the hairs on my arms and legs standing straight up like obedient soldiers. An hour before the show, I heard the car engine of my friend thumping as the car swerved through downtown streets the size of anorexic tunnels. We parked next to a dumpster and handed a stranger a five dollar bill, hoping he was authentic and not just some bum trying to score some drug money. There was a small line of fifteen people outside of the venue. Is this it? In front of us, there was a dad with his baseball cap tilted up towards the sky and his two children by his side, probably fourteen or fifteen years old. We can't be in the right place, who on earth would bring their teenage sons to a comedy show like this?