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One of my pen-pals (yes, that’s plural, I have multiple pen-pals that I write to via email or by hand or sometimes via messenger pigeons or I just write poetry and put it in bottles and thrust it into the ocean hoping it might reach a soul mate) shared this quote from Bob Newhart:
“You know what’s strange, about comics? If you ask someone about their most memorable night–ask a singer about a night she remembers, she’ll talk about the time she hit all the right notes in a packed house. Or a dancer, they’ll tell you about the terrific leap they made that they’ve never been able to equal. An actor will tell you about the time he got a standing ovation. But if you ask a comic to tell you about the night they remember most, you’ll get a story about a night they died, just bombed, had the worst night of their life. That’s how most of the comics I know think.”
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