Steve told me that I am not allowed to finish my act standing on a stool that I had been bringing. This did not make me happy. Lackluster performances from caring too much. Having trouble with that. . . caring too much about whether or not they're having a good time and enjoying themselves. Why should I care, I'm just the living human being, performing for them, because they thought enough of it to stop and watch. Silly me. . . for expecting the time of day, a wink, nod or smile.
In the middle of the cups and balls routine I finally said, "I hope you all have a great time tonight, doing nothing. . . cause I'm done with you. . . goodbye." "And if your interested, there is an advanced level course being taught on audience enthusiasm over there by the Break Dancers".
I hate it when I get that way. I tried to get another show off the ground and change my vibe, but it was not to be. So, on my way home I picked up some steaks to cook and eat with Polly. Somehow I felt like I was getting the last laugh as I enjoyed my dinner; but I don't suppose that was actually the case.