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.