Readers, this is an interactive blog. There are links throughout the writing, feel free to explore them as you read or go back and enjoy them after. I dunno. I don't wanna tell you what to do. Tlazo.
.:Temescal:.
Anxious,
sippin a $5 Tecate.
Whaaat?
I know, pricey,but at this point, I don't give a fuck.
Imma bout to go on stage for my first time.
30 Comics and Im number three.
Shit, I wanted 15th, 11th even the last spot.
Anythang but one, two or three.
Its cool Homie.
Breathe.
Be chill.
This is what you been feenin for.
The stage, the mic, the light.
A crowd in shadows.
A Xikano with a story to share.
Like the grimey chuck taylors on your feet.
Or the logo on the Corazon de Aztlan, 14th annual youth retreat,
tee; you adorn: Quetzalcoatl in movimiento,
como un Cupid-Corazon.
Inteligently spiraling
over the chante where the peoples songs are sung...
Finish your beer,
wait.
Find a laugh where you can.
And get ready to take the stand.
Number two just finished his set.
Tame your demon; take another deep breath.
For your Pueblo; you must rep...
.:Peyotl:.
Whats going on? I am Juaquin Murrieta. Im tryin to Cumbia my way into the blogging world. I stand up cause thats whats in my heart. I do comedy cause..? I'll let you know when I figure it out.
Im born and raised in La Tusa, Arizona. Grew up in a little Yoeme Barrio, in South Tucson, on the lip of 12th Avenue. Which I have personally deemed, Barrio Matachine.
Growin up, I remember all the goofy things i did as a kid to try and get a laugh. Imitating my Gran Tata as he smacked his gums; cause he had no teeth, or impersonating John Leguizamo's Spic-O-Rama; Im sorry mama . Never thought almost twenty years later I'd be hunting for that same fruit.
I also never thought I'd be a father to my warrior, Itzli. Since the day he was born my heart has endured growing pains by the minute. I didn't believe my lady or my mom when they told my terco ass, " this baby is gonna put a change in your heart". I hate when they're right: yet I love it so much. Now, Im still in the honeymoon stage of being an, apa. But I'll tell you this, it has been what folks would call a "Baptism by Fire", and my cora has made up it's mind to embrace the journey of a lifetime.
Dear readers, I don't plan on bieng self-pity-ing (if that is a word), or boastful. But if at times I am, forgive me, cause I am human, and I feel we all need a-lil-a both at times. Good medicine in moderation, know what I mean?
So if you decide to read these posts let me say... Tlazo...ahead of time, I appreciate it, if you do. This is my song. It's dedicated to you...
.:La Danza:.
The MC tonight : Gringo.
Tells jokes through a Wyatt Earp Mustache : Alot of One and Two liners.
Laughs at his own jokes,
thats whats cool about him.
He gets to the mic,
and begins to recite....
(Applause)
MC- Alright folks,
that was the very funny,
Kevin William Lee.
Give him a hand!...
(More Applause)
Alriiiiight. I just want to remind you all that we got some great shows coming up here at thee Laffs Comedy Cafe .To make a reservation dial 323-funny thats 323-f-u-n-n-y
Our next comic is a first timer here,
so show him some love.
Juaquin!
Mur.. Murry eatah...?Murida...? Ok,Whatever?
Juaquin!
(Some applause)
This Mother Fucker..:Warriors Round:.
Alright, fuck
him.
Walk.
Turn your smooth on.
Ok.
Here we go.
Heart pound,
like a pow wow
drum.
On stage.
Grab the mic.
Speak Homie,
speak...
.:Cehuas:.
JM-Thank you, thank you.
THATS-UH, JUAQUIN MURRIETA.
To be continued....
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