Feeling out of place..

So on a relaxing Sunday afternoon after eating Chili's for lunch and coming home and sitting on the toilet for what seemed like hours, my buddy texts me and wants to know if we want to go see a comedian with him at the Tampa Improv. We did this a couple of months ago when Kevin Nealon was in town and it was a blast. If you don't know who Kevin Nealon is, may god have mercy on your soul or just click here.

So I asked who was the comedian. He replied, some black guy. First thing that popped in my mind was not, how much, or what time or even his name. INSTANTLY, I replied, do you think we'll be the only white people? See, the Tampa Improv is in the heart of the ghetto in Ybor City aka white people only hang out in groups near the cops. Okay I'm kidding it's not that bad except in some parts of Ybor which you know not to walk down.

Anywho, the comedian was "Tony Roberts" with a couple of other guys in front of him. They were pretty funny. Tony Roberts was funny as fuck. I have never heard of him before. There were more white people than I thought there was going to be so it was only a little bit out of place feeling.





I did feel out of place for the most part because some of the shit he was making jokes about I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. We were also sitting in front of a bunch of loud mother fuckers who had to repeat everything he said which was REALLY fucking annoying.

Anywho, I'd do it again but next time I will have to go shop at Echo or UrbanOutfitters before we go.

Fuck Mondays.