January 15th, 2010. It was a great stage, good room, pleasant crowd and a nice performance. Aside from the two middle aged hecklers who ruined a show that people paid to see. I don't understand what goes through the mind of a heckler, I can only assume. For some reason, some times, in the presence and absence of alcohol men and women tend to turn from themselves to an ugly attention seeking mess who will stop at nothing to attain some sort of insignificant shared fame with the person on the stage. Now, I don't know if this is because of a lack of attention or too much of it. For example, I have been heckled by unattractive middle-aged men (as I was this past weekend) and by painfully attractive young women to everyone in between. I've been advised by comics far move experienced than me and drastically more talented than myself that I should practice a quick jab and continue with my performance. I have to be honest, this proves to be difficult when you have two low-lifes in the front row spouting off inexcusable nonsense. What makes matters worse is that some people *ahem* promoters, staff *ahem* should be the ones taking care of these clowns, not the comedians and in this case, the audience. I learned that even if the audience laughs when you verbally demolish them, it's still not the show I had intended to give them, which in turn means, they were given a show that was less than what they deserved. Moral of the story is, hecklers need to get dead and the audience shouldn't have to be forced into a weaker show. I can take the hecklers, sometimes it is good for the bit, but eventually there comes a line you don't cross, get in your place, you're the audience, that means listen. By all means, come up to me after one of my sets and tell me you loved me, tell me you hated me, just don't tell me during my act and don't tell me how I can make a joke funnier for you. I'll get that on my own. Goodnight.