The Jokeman

If you've ever been on South Street in Philadelphia, chances are, you have come across the infamous "joke man." For the very first time in my life, I did. Just this past Thursday actually. I went to see OAR in concert and got there a tad bit early so I could get up front (which I did, of course) and as I was standing in line, I saw this big guy in all black heading toward the line. All of a sudden every one said, "Oh man, here's the joke man. Don't make eye contact." Well, of course I did. I like jokes. So on over he strolls telling me some pretty dirty one liners before he hit the closing joke of his act, "What's the best nation?" I didn't know. Ireland? (Happy St. Paddy's Day, by the way) "A donation." Well, I gave him some spare change and he went on his merry way. But I thought long and hard about this guy. Where did he come from? Why is he so infamous? How did he get in to the comedy business? I want to be in that business. Tell jokes for a living. But this guy does one act and makes a dollar. That scares me a little. It probably takes a lot of what this guy is doing to become like Ellen Degeneres. Actually, probably not at all, I doubt Ellen started out wearing all black and walking around South Street telling cheesy dirty jokes to people that made eye contact with her. Whatever, I'll give it a shot. If that doesn't work out, maybe I'll where all blue and walk down Market Street. Saturday Night Live, here I come.