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Hello dear readers.

As many of you know, I have been doing stand-up comedy at open-mics for a while now. Now it is time to see what I can do on my own.

That’s right. I have my first ever solo stand-up comedy show! And you’re invited! (Except for you. You know who you are. Why do you even come here still? Just to check up on me. I’m fine. Ok? I’m fine.)

Here’s the scene!

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The Joseph Richards Show starring your host, Joseph Patrick Richards, is coming your way for a night of improvisational stand-up comedy where anything can happen.

Join us September 11, 2015 at Bad Ass Coffee (3530 South State Street in Salt Lake City, UT). Show starts at 7pm.

With special guests:

Tom Foreman, World’s Foremost Observational Comic.

David McDavid, Raconteur and History Monger

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See you there I hope!

-J

Let it be

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I’m tired of seeing the previous post at the top of the website, so I figured I’d write a replacement.

Dear Paul Westerberg,

You don’t know me, but my name is Joey and I have an album from a band you were in. The album is enjoyable. Thank you for all you have done.

Sincerely,

Joey

Persistent dagger

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Confronted with candor and cold hard facts the beast relented. The beast offered apology.  “I am sorry for my behavior.”

Our hero was taken aback.

Victory can happen. The persistent dagger is sometimes more potent than the sharpest sword.

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Thus ends the current installment of The Invisible Battle.

Invisible battle

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He heard invectives never hurled. He railed against an enemy of his own making.

He felt an irrepressible urge to delineate his many accomplishments. Since the urge was irrepressible, he didn’t repress it. He told of his feats and victories and how amazing they must have sounded to anyone who could not read above a third-grade level.

He had no logic on which to rely for a win so he whined and demeaned and belittled and puffed himself up until he couldn’t even remember he was blowing his own house down.

He was asked a question. He was challenged. And he heard a vile, personal affront.

He fought the invisible battle and we all waited for his rage to subside as we went about the work of being successful.

Made a fool of myself

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I did manage to get up enough courage to attend the Comedy Roadkill open mic last week. 

The place was mainly comedians and a few girl/boyfriends. 

My set did what I sort of expected it to do. It got a few laughs, got a few groans and got a few uninterrupted moments of silence. 

I’m back!