Cody Lewis
A few months back I woke up with a dire hangover, a broken Playstation (some drunk chick from The Rookery had fallen on), and a 25-dollar tattoo on my leg that I only vaguely remember getting in a shoe store. With all this came the realization that I had been living in New York City for three years and I hadn’t done anything except drink. Nothing.
So to make short a long, beautiful story about self-improvement, I decided to make a change. I thought stand-up comedy was a good place to start. Funny was my most redeemable quality.
Doing standup was a life long dream of mine, but I had always been too afraid to do it. But I knew I had to do something in this city except booze.
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