Khyber Crowd Shows Comedians The Kind Of Outpouring Of Love And Affection Normally Reserved For Indie Rock Bands

The bar / club The Khyber resembled a concrete basement that was divided in two by a wall. The left side of the wall was a bar. The right side was covered in spray paint and club flyers with a little stage and pit. There was no AC and the place was packed shoulder to shoulder, sweat caked, smoke filled, and standing room only. There was minimal ventilation in this joint and the 90 percent male crowd (THE MAN SHOW fans no doubt) were exuding swamp ass to no end. It took an extra half-hour for the show to start so everyone was getting pretty loaded (knowing that no matter how drunk we got we’d be playing catch-up to Doug.)We were hot, our backs were hurting, and we were crunched for space. A no-name MC went to the stage and after five minutes of miming the sound dude that the mic wasn’t working he finally got the volume turned on and decided to try to deliver a few weak jokes until the big frat fucks behind me booed and heckled him off the stage:
“GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE, YOU SUCK!! BRING ON DOUG!”






