I was up on stage, midway through some new routine that I would probably never use again, floundering, when a man walked off of Colfax and straight into infamy. He was frazzled and drugged-out-looking — nothing out of the ordinary for a Tuesday-night comedy open-mike at the Squire Lounge. Unlike most of the oblivions who wander in off the 'Fax, though, this man was speaking loudly into a cell phone. At least that's what I thought he was doing. But as I studied the vagabond so rudely interrupting my set, I noticed that the object he was clutching to his ear was not a cell phone at all. It was a baby shoe. A... More >>>