I stumbled into a comedy club around 8 pm on a Sunday. I had been drinking hard liquor since 11 am. I was surprised they let me in, and even more shocked they served me. I ordered a Crown Royal on the rocks and started to watch the show. It was some sort of improv, but I didn’t get it. Everything felt like an inside joke. So, I finished my drink and casually lit a cigarette. I was quickly and rather politely asked to leave. I thought they just meant I needed to go smoke outside. They did not allow me to even re-enter the $10 show I had paid for. Comedy has always had a funny way of not letting me in.