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My Story, So far


 I think it’s funny that how life goes sometimes. I mean I never dreamed when I was younger that I would want to be a professional stand-up comedian. Though when I think back comedy stand up especially was a part of my life for as long as I can remember and I mean that quite literally , when I was
around 3years old I can vividly remember watching the opening few minutes of
martin Lawrence’s First stand up special “You so crazy.” At that time I did not
know what he was talking about (Obviously, I was 3 years old.) but it was
something about the way he was talking that had me cracking up. He was telling a
joke about white people complains about black people being in the country and
they “Brought us to this mother fucka…. We was in Africa chilling” that joke
stayed with me. In the years following that time I was now in elementary school.
I was a shy kid, who kept to himself. I had some friends but I preferred to be
by myself a lot of the time. When I did start to make friends I used my sense of
humor to talk about things, though I did not do it on purpose. Then I got to
third grade and all of a sudden…


               
All of a sudden I was in 3rd grade and kids were “snapping” on each
other. Now unless you’re not from the united states or you are just so out of
touch with slang nowadays “snapping” is just insulting someone. 
Now I happened to be surprisingly good at snapping
on people. So good in fact that it just became a default way of me to get to
know people. It was how I broke the ice. I would snap on them and hope they knew
that it was all in fun and usually it worked it may have turned some of the kids
off but hey… shit happens. So after 3rd grade there were not many people who
were as good at snapping as I was and my group of friends in c.e.s.2 knew that.
Now when I got to 4th
grade, I met my social studies teacher Mr. Diaz and he was snapping on a friend
of mine one day while we were having some free time. And my boy Devon henry I
think brought me over to the table and everyone wanted me to go at it with Mr.
Diaz and I did and he…TORE ME TO PIECES. I had a few good lines though (Excuses)
but Mr. Diaz handed me my first defeat in that department. I was upset because I
was throwing my best insults at him and he would trump each of them. In my
defense he was using lines like “You’re so ugly, your mother feeds you with a
sling shot” All my insults were original (More excuses) I couldn’t believe it so
  every day during free time I would go at it with Mr. Diaz and I finally beat
  him, I ripped on his mother looking like garadose from Pokémon and his very
  profound bald spot. I had my little title back I was the Funny kid, the diss
  king and I was alright with that because that was my identity. Then came 5th grade


In 5th grade my life had taken a bit of a turn. Mom and dad were no longer together my grandma was getting older and losing the ability to care for herself money was tight all types of stuff and on top of all that I was an elementary school senior. In Ms. fords class. I was becoming more
aware of the world around me and the bull crap that was going on in not just my
life but the life of everyone around me. MS ford had a portion of her class that
was called story time which was simply when the students would write stories and
share them to the class. On the map-rug .Now I had a knack for being the guy
with the really funny stories I would always pick at the then president George
W. Bush being the idiot I believed he was. That among other things. My teachers
found it crazy that I had a sense of the things taking place in society and they
were impressed. It was time to graduate, and so I did along with my class mates
and graduating means a new school and for me that new school was…MS.328, New
  Millennium Business Academy. The transition into middle school came with a lot.
  First off my mom and I moved in with Grandma Josie in Harlem to better take
  care of her.


Middle school. M.S.328 that
place holds a lot of goods and bad for me, in sixth grade shit was sweet. I had
friends, I was liking girls, I got in a fight with a African kid and I whooped
his ass (Actually he type beat me like I was withholding his freedom, but thi is my Blog so u believe what I say lol) and I kept good grades it wasn’t till
7thgrade that I got the
biggest test of my life in 7th grade I had a bully, a real life punch you in the face take your money
type of bully. His name was Corey. A little midget problem child, that little
mouse face nigga terrorized me for the better part of a year. It was so weird
for me because I was having a legit personal battle within me because half of me
was like “You can take him, easily if you wanted to, knock him out!” then it was
another half of me that was like “Nahhhh you might not want to do that” it was
really crazy for me because I was in a situation that my sense of humor couldn’t
really get me out of. So after a certain point I just stopped coming to school
completely. I cut class for 35days!!! Yep a month and five days and I would’ve
gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for the d.o.e sending a letter to my house
outlining the days I did not “attend classes” if you’re wondering what I did for
35 days well I had the slim Ps2 so I would put it in my book-bag, take my mom’s
set of keys, tell her I was going to school, go back to the old apartment (which
still had our furniture in it) play the game till 3 o clock then head back to
Harlem and acted like I was in school all day, when imp couldn’t go to the old
  apartment I would go to st Luke’s hospital sit in the waiting room, watch TV
  till 3pm then head home like I was at school all day. Moms finally went up to
  the school and they told her I had been out for so long she confronted me and I
  let her know that the school was absolutely lying on me. (I’m not a snitch
especially not on myself) Well after mom “disciplined me” I realized uhh… I was
more afraid of her then I could ever be of Corey. I went back to school not
putting up with the bullshit, I began to rebuild my confidence, I had niche, I
was funny I made everyone laugh and life went on. In eighth grade I had a
girlfriend, I was fairly popular and that was the end of middle school. Then I
entered high school and that’s where everything
started!!


               
September 2007, I was headed into high school, a new frontier. I was
determined to have a lot of fun a lot of success and to laugh, a lot.
B.h.s.w.c.a Bronx High School of Writing and Communication arts I walked thru
those doors went through the metal detectors and that’s when everything started.
It was orientation and I was going from class room to class room and was meeting
people. In my first period class I met a kid named Rodney Taylor. A skinny dude
who reminded me a lot of…myself. We both had country accents, we both loved to
laugh but more than anything we both talked A LOT OF SHIT. Now there was
something about Rodney I noticed right off the back and that was, in
conversation he was far funnier then I was. I didn’t know how to handle that.
Not in the least because it wasn’t like I was the only one that could see it. It
would be moments were we would be talking to someone and Rodney say something
and the person went “Bwahahahahahahaha” then id follow up and the person would
go “hahaha” I was thrown for a loop because after being known as “the funniest
kid in school” to not be that striped me of identity. At least that’s how I felt
about it. So one day I’m at home watching Martin Lawrence Runteldat and the next
day in advisory class, my teacher Ms. Richardson asked “if anyone has a talent?
I never tried stand-up comedy before this and I had nothing written down but I
went up in front of 6 of my classmates and I riffed for 11minutes on my
teachers, white people, and the day to day things we go through. Then the kids
in my class including Rodney laughed, laughed loud from that point on I knew
that standing up on stage in front of people and making them laugh was something
I wanted to do with my life. The instant feedback, the knowledge of knowing that
weather good, bad, or indifferent they are in the palm of your hand was enough
selling point for me