An older man, probably early 60’s, wearing one of those Clockwork Orange bowler hats, walked up to the microphone. He grabbed the mic, then walked towards the speaker on stage and made a bunch of feedback happen. “Just making sure you fuckers are awake. hahahaha” You could hear how drunk…


You know how in kung fu movies or stories of enlightenment, there is some sort of quest for knowledge? A search for a sense of purpose. The character or characters seek out a wise man on top of some majestic fucking mountain, hoping he has the answers to life’s questions…


by Pat Oates

When Covid hit, the world took a comedy time out. Many are waiting for it to come back

For some comics, it has been almost a year since they have taken a stage. The world got quarantined and comedy, for many, got put in a proverbial timeout. Open mics, showcases and stage time for those pursuing comedy vanished. Some clubs opened up, but the precious…


The Amazing Gene came up to the stage with a large paper bag that had the words my career written in Sharpie on it. He was wearing a black cape, one of those t-shirts that has a tuxedo front drawn on it, break away wind pants and Magic Johnson Chuck…


Karl took the mic. No one clapped. The people, besides Rick and Smoke Em Up, weren’t really paying attention. Karl was silent for about 30 seconds then said “I get no respect I tell ya. No even from Aretha Franklin. Not even just a little bit. Just a little bit…


The entire drive to Boston was fueled by thought. Rick’s mind raced. Hundreds of ideas danced around in his dumb dome. What was he going to say on stage? Rick had already figured out that he was going to be on stage and be amazing. (Writer’s note*This is the thought…


Ricked sat in his car for a couple minutes. Deep in thought. But, for the first time in a long time, Rick wasn’t thinking about what Lady or other people thought about them. He wasn’t worried about that. He wasn’t worried about anything. And that feeling made him smile. He…


Rick just stood there. No expression on his face. Lady kept on talking but her words sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher. Just all mumbles and background noise. He was just focused on that one question. Where was he going?

Rick continued to put things in a backpack. He walked around…


“Sure. You can have her number. But, if she was tough on me for not having my quote unquote ‘shit together’ she might take issue with the whole ‘smoking crack’ lifestyle that you currently live.” …


by Pat Oates

Before the world took a time out and comedy went away, I was constantly working on my act. I had figured out a writing process that worked for me. It relied very heavily on having unlimited access to open mics. I’m not someone who can just sit…

Pat Oates

Author of How Not to Suck at Comedy. Comedian, podcaster, radio personality, pretended his mom was dead on tv once

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