Really?

Sunday at the Store was a little rough. Went up somewhat early, but just couldn't get a good rhythm going. I tried talking to the crowd, or chat it up with some hot chicks to the left but they wanted nothing to do with it. Monday was the Madhouse finals. It was the first finals I went into thinking I was going to win. After my set, I assumed it was a for sure. Comics on the show and not told me they thought I had it. I closed with having beat box as I rapped. Not sure that hurt me. It would be extremely crazy to think that was hacky. The crowd was smaller than the other finals. So there was a lot of comics and their votes clearly made a difference. I was shocked and angry. I figured it was between me and another comic. When his name was said first I assumed I had it. When my name wasn't called I just left. I felt bad cause a few friends came down from L.A. to watch the show and I didn't say bye. She was somewhat upset, but I don't think she realized the toll it took on me. I still need to talk to the guys that tallied the votes to figure out what happened. Tonight was the Comedy Store. It was a bringer show so I wasn't sure how I'd do. It was meh to say the least. A few people said I did well, and someone jokingly said they didn't like me. It definitely wasn't great. The headliner from L.A. told us basically that we should move to L.A. or New York now because we're starting over. I'm thinking about it more and more. We'll see how I like it when I visit in a month.