Friday afternoons and the art of not knowing

It's 3:30 on a Friday and I've been sitting here trying to remember why I started telling jokes in the first place. I think it was the same reason I stopped: audiences that laugh too fast don't hear the setup. The ones who just sit there, quiet, listening — those are the ones you can't fake anything for. Anyway, I'm going to go find an old pair of shoes and see if they still fit.