I will miss you…
I will miss walking in and thinking I was at the wrong place only to realize moments later that it was just that the lounge was remodeled again.
I will miss playing a game when my favorite staff members weren’t there: Day off or laid off?
You provided job security akin to a season of The Apprentice.
Your booker changed more times than the menu.
By the way, best comped salmon in town. Just kidding, best salmon!
Because of you, I had sex with 2 different ladies, opened for one of my comedy idols, Larry Miller, and went with Kambri to pick up Aries Spiers from jail the night he tit slapped a woman in the front row of his show.
You opened the door to new comics, old comics, new ideas for shows, and long sets for New York comics, and our podcast, In the Tank. Plus, I’m pretty sure Sean L. McCarthy sleeps in the Green Room.
You treated comics with respect, which is more often than not overlooked in this business. So thank you, thank you, to all of you that kept things going at Comix.
Extra special thank you for having a private green room bathroom for the comics.
And, if there were too many ladies in the green room, you had the handicapped bathroom.
I will miss pooping inside you Comix.
You were great to us. Good night, Comix.
-- Jon Fisch