Maybe it was the fear in the MC’s eyes and the panicked cracking of his voice that finally convinced me to leave the stage. Anyway, there was no way I was getting the act back on track, so I just shrugged and walked off.
The audience was still applauding for me while the club’s bouncer and bartender hustled me out of the club and around the block.
I said, "What the hell is going on here? This guy throws a glass and I get thrown out! If he throws a table, does he get to manage the club?"
It was explained to me that the glass thrower was a gangster, a hit man for the Mob. Nobody wanted to throw him out, so I had to go instead.
A few months later, Joe Piscopo dealt with the same guy from the stage. The thug grabbed Joe and broke his nose. A few hours later Joe returned from the hospital with his face all bandaged up, only to find this mobster still sitting in his seat enjoying the show.
I went on to have a TV show. Joe starred on Saturday Night Live. Obviously, this guy had an eye for talent.
© 2006 BY JERRY SEINFELD. FROM I KILLED: TRUE STORIES OF THE ROAD FROM AMERICA’S TOP COMICS BY RITCH SHYDNER AND MARK SCHIFF, PUBLISHED BY CROWN BOOKS
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