People have often told me I should take my act on the road

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Talk about nervous. Here I am backstage. Right before the big premiere. Opening night of my Off Broadway one-man show. “Ace Backwords Sings His Most Popular Facebook Posts.”

The critics were all gunning to crucify me. The bastards. But even that gay guy at the New York Times was forced to concede: “I laughed. I cried. I gave it a like.”

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Life is one long ad lib.

 

 Yesterday I was walking down Telegraph when I passed this street vendor I know, this very talented painter.

“Ace, you are the greatest artist,” he said.

“And you are a great painter,” I said.

“Nobody else has a mind like you, Ace,” he said.

“That’s probably a good thing,” I said.

And I continued walking on down the road.

A lot of this life. Its like being in a play. But we have to keep ad libbing our lines off the top of our heads. It would be so much simpler if we were at least given a script every morning. So we could do some rehearsing first.

 

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