The Importance of Humor in Magic

I grew up a sheep-set bay, a small fishing village with a water that's too thick to drink and too thin to plow. I was basically a fat four-ride kid with a speech impediment. So of course I was bully food. In New York, yeah. And so when he was first doing magic, close-up magic, which actually was a third career. He'd go around and do like an hour at each, at several of the bars. And then end up late at night at the after-hours bar. The owner would give me a hundred dollar bill for showing off his blackjack table. But eventually they had to stop it because you can't