me .. stand-up comedy?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.06.11
Today, for the first time, I was told that I should do stand-up on the account of my deadpan delivery.
This was in response to my oft-told tale of the first time I'd set foot in a Vegas casino - only to spot a woman near the door plugging coins into a machine while a tube snaking into her nose kept her emphasema at bay. My telling hadn't been intended for comic effect, of course, but such is life. Just a misunderstood mysanthrope.