What are you lookin at?

Oh what a night

There are some many reasons I cannot return to the hammer known as Hamilton.

One of the towns I started in so many years ago. So many shows just freaking out cause crowds cannot handle their drinks.

You know i beleive that you only have so many shows inside you and this show took up three spots.

There is no art in hamilton. Trust me

I think the sign above is a good indication of how the two show weekend at a comedy club was going to be for me. Please look at the spelling of everything on it.

Everytime I go there it is a hammerfight and this was more then normal.

Friday night it was a crowd that was indifferent and loud. Still did over an hour to a bunch of people who deserved far less but i have material I am trying to get down.

Now saturday will hold a special place in my heart of shows. As the three other comics and I traveled to the show, one asked if i could freak out for him. I was like hey that was last night and i cannot have another show go like that. After coming back from three back to back weeks of really solid shows I dont want to have two hammerfights in a row.

It was not meant to be.

As soon as I hit the stage they were very chatty and not paying attention. Especially a crowd up front at the main table. Four minutes in i had already dealt with two tables that were being too loud. Already screamed like no other comic had screamed at them before. (see Hicks clip from chicago to have some kind of idea of loud it can be).

The guy in the front seat two feet away from me was not even looking at me and was so drunk he kept talking to me while i was trying to do jokes. Joke after joke not working cause they would trounce the punchlines.

I ended up doing tons of material that i have not done in years...cause it didnt matter see...I just had to jump around and be the dancing monkey for them...feed the monkey ...feed the monkey.

I almost wished aids on that town but that holds a special place in my heart for places like grande prairie.

At the end of the show the one comic said to me that he could not believe how angry fucky looked and thought he might take a swing at me. I knew the look too well and also thought he was going to do something. The great thing is that i already surveyed the situation and knew I was at boot fuckable level so I would be ok. At least the london assault has reminded me to figure that shit out before an incident happens. The comic even said

"man i love you darren but i aint going to lie I wanted to see him take a swing at you"

feed the monkey darren...

If you are one of the special people who were at the show reading this and you think you are funnier then me AMATURE NIGHT is every night in March.

I guess in the end Hamilton wins this one

Darron Forst wont be back for a long long time.