(I found this bit in a notebook and thought it was silly enough to post. I never did it on stage for obvious reasons)
I recently joined “The Gambler” Anonymous because I’m addicted to all things Kenny Rogers… the songs, the beard, and the delicious chicken (available in only a few select states).
My family has starved while I’ve traipsed around the country to see him perform, without even a leftover Kenny Rogers Roasters chicken wing in my bag when I got home.
I recently hit rock bottom when I realized that I was thinking about getting plastic surgery that would make me virtually unrecognizable. Thankfully, I was stopped by friends and still have the love and support of my wife, because… she believes in me.
It’s a wonderful program, and I checked in to see what condition my condition was in. There’s only 2 rules… hug everyone at the beginning of the meeting and put away the chairs at the end. Because, like we say at “The Gambler” Anonymous, “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em.”