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At the Comedy Store

Had side splitting laughs for a few late hours on a recent visit to Hollywood. Specifically to a run down looking brick building with cigarette smoke hanging on like grim death on the outside.  Even Jesus - or some homeless dude that looked like his eminence made an appearance and was I think looking to score free weed.

The place is The Comedy Store on Sunset and was started a few decades ago by a dude from Detroit.  Many a famous comic like Chris Rock, Jim Carey and director(s) I admire like Judd Apatow have made their way through here to Hollywood success.

In fact the night I went with some friends I made at a local conference (on some boring topic), Judd presented his act - that of his daughter reaching 18 and essentially freeing Judd from parental obligations of her well being.

Most comics were new faces (at least to me but I am told by veteran TV watching and joke club visiting members that they are in fact on their way to being famous) and did a splendid job of being satirical about current events.

Trump was of course the main roast, and an older gent let us ponder the fact that "If Bernie Sanders was elected President, it would be the first time in American history that a Jew would occupy federally subsidized housing vacated by a black couple".

Some comics use their body as a tool to being funny and that is okay as long as they don't spit on you - this place is tight and probably held 40 odd people - dim lighting with an old electronic keyboard and boardist to intro the new act.  David Spade of some fame on local TV made an appearance but was not that funny.  The particular venue is a no holds barred - designed strictly for mature audiences type with the language vacillating from smart and sharp to filled with expletives and describing events relating to private body parts.

A two drink minimum I was happy to suck down cold water while my friends were getting dirty with martinis.

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