Dear Editor, I might owe the universe an apology. Recently I participated in Comedy Night at a local NN brewery. I’m a total amateur, never did standup comedy before, was scared to do it but not overwhelmed with stage fright, had only an afternoon to prepare, and with a headful of doubts and a heartful of hopes (my hopes being possibly good at this and maybe make money doing it some day) I just said the hell with it and did it. I have a feeling now that doing comedy might be dangerous.

If I could explain something… it was all make believe. Just odd thoughts turned into little stories that to me are funny. For instance, I never bit into a NYC food cart ‘Real Jamaican Beef Patty’ and found a dreadlock. I never even ever bought one of them. It’s make believe.

Anywayz, I told a joke that wasn’t about, but included mention of missing Mexican children. I have nothing against Mexican children. In fact, and I believe we can all agree the little Mexican boy who sold Humphrey Bogart the winning lottery ticket in ‘The Treasure of the Sierra Madre’ was probably the cutest kid in history.

So, my apology, screw it if you can’t take a joke. Let’s see you with nothing, no guitar, no props, get on stage with nothing but your ba**s, and entertain total strangers for half an hour.

Is comedy dead? Was it an art form? Does it belong in the landfill with 90% of the paintings and sculptures of the 1960s? Comedy is dead but Rap music is healthy?

We are all in this together. Some things in life are serious. Comedy isn’t serious. Be well. -Nelson Macleod, Heathsville