You're not unsuccessful. Honey, I'm unsuccessful.
The comedy aficionados may not get it, they may not respect it but, damn, Take the Hit is classic.
You yell like one of those guys at a baseball game, only you yell about stand-up comedy, not hot dogs or Budweiser. This is barking.
The host of my first bringer suggested I got to an open mike to get more stage time. I was reluctant because after having done this once for five minutes, I thought it was clear to everyone that I was, well, pretty talented and I should be in clubs. I had no idea what I was doing.
My relationship with comedy is one that a lot of comedians and comedy geeks will find familiar. It got to me early. There was a clearing in the wood and I took the geekiest path and, believe me, that has made all the difference.
Over the past few years there has been a spate of articles decrying the lost soul of New York. If New York is so devoid of culture and just like any other city and it's just a corporate shell of its former self, then you can leave.