WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 23, 2017 | 8:00AM

I love my profession. I love being a comedian and making people laugh. The only (and this is a mild one) drawback is that people come to expect you to be funny all the time. Which, in reality, if you know me, is not the case. Often, when people meet me *before* they find out I’m a comedian, once they discover what I do for a living, it’s often met with “wow, you’re the unfunniest comedian I’ve ever met..” I’m not exactly sure what they expect me to be doing all the time. Squirt water from a flower? (I think that’s a clown thing). Anyway, regardless of all that, when I put out content, it’s pretty much always expected to be funny. Which is totally normal. Kinda like you expect a dentist to have good teeth. It would be weird to meet “Dr. Platinum Smile” and be greeted with a toothless grin.

Having said all that, it sometimes feels that I have to be “in character”. Well, this post is the dentist going to bed without brushing. Truth is, sometimes it’s hard to be funny. Especially when your environment is just the opposite. It seems over the last couple of weeks, personally and globally, it’s been harder and harder to find humour in things. It’s hard admitting that when “funny” is what pays the bills but, fuck it, I’d rather be honest and authentic. And, at this moment, I’m just not up to the task.

They say things happen in threes. I would say, lately, they’ve been happening in threeves (combo between three and twelve). On a personal/immediate level, things are awesome and I’m truly grateful for everything. It just seems over the last little bit, I’ve known a lot of people dying, dead, deathly ill or a nazi. When things like a dying friend happens, we often think “why?” and there is never an answer to that. I mean, the most logical answer would be “why not?”. People die all the time. Shit happens everyday. People are starving all over the world. Life is supremely beautiful and also a mother-fucking-bitch. All that is left is the here and now. Us. You and me. You and your family. You and your friends. So just enjoy that, be grateful, tell someone you love them and hug someone. It sounds corny and all that, but once they’re gone, I can promise you, you’ll think “..shit, I really wish we would have hugged more.”

Forget the petty shit. If you’re holding onto a grudge, find it in your heart to forgive and forget. If you haven’t talked to someone in a long time because “well, life..“, pick up the phone and call or text them. Call your mother, tell your dad you love him, cherish your family, love your friends, connect with your neighbours, live the shit out of life. Do the things you’ve been putting on the back-burner, follow your dreams, eat good food, see things, do things. And for the love of god, get off Facebook and go smell the roses (literally speaking).

At the end of the day, all we have is each other. And booze. Lots and lotsa booze. Have a drink will you.