The Most Terrifying $100 I Ever Made
About two years into doing stand-up, I got offered $100 to perform at a nightclub in Gary, Indiana.
At the time, $100 for comedy might as well have been a Netflix deal.
They found me on Facebook, which should have been my first warning.
I reached out to get some details. They told me there would be around 30 people at a nightclub they had rented out. Sounded normal enough.
Then I asked what the occasion was.
One of the guys said, “One of my best friends is getting back from prison.”
Okay.
Then came the question:
“You’re still coming, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.”
I hung up and immediately thought: Am I?
I spent the next four hours debating whether $100 was enough money to potentially die in Gary, Indiana.
Apparently, it was.
I drove there and sat in the parking lot for an embarrassingly long time. The “nightclub” was tucked into a sketchy strip mall, with an empty bar in the front and the actual party hidden somewhere in the back.
Eventually, I forced myself inside.
There weren't 30 people.
There were about 11 guys, three women, and me.
They'd rented out this tiny club, but it felt less like a comedy show and more like somebody's living room where everyone had collectively agreed to stare at me.
And I had to do 30 minutes.
Remember: I was two years into comedy. I didn't have the experience to handle a room like that.
I also didn't have 30 minutes of good jokes.
So, naturally, the welcome-home-from-prison party spent most of my set roasting me.
I finished, took my $100, and got the hell out of there.
To this day, I couldn't tell you whether I was hired as the entertainment or the sacrifice.
But I got paid.
And technically, nobody went back to prison.
So I’d call it a successful show.
Thankfully, the gigs have improved since then.
I’ve got some upcoming shows where, as far as I know, none are prison-release parties in Gary, Indiana.
Come see me live. I promise the room will be slightly less terrifying.
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— Brad