I’m allowed to be excited

I grew up poor

Not pretend, “I can’t go to Taco Bell this week” poor, but, “we lived off of Ramen and my mom had to write bad checks to keep a roof over my head” poor.

BUT 

I’ve worked my ass off to make a little something of myself and tomorrow night... for the first time EVER... I get to go to a real comedy show.

(Hold the laughter)

I’m taking my soulmatey to go see Pauly Shore at The Funny Bone and enjoy all things awesome. 

It might not seem like much 

But it matter to the poor kid who still lives inside me. It matters so much I wanna take a bus load of low-income family kids to shows. (And someday I hope to. Age appropriate, of course haha)