The next comic was terrible too. Then came Chris Wooley.
“It blew up the roof,” Davis said. “I looked at my friend and I was like, ‘Damn. … He just beat me. And I knew it before they announced it. … It’s pretty funny watching him grow up to be terrified to just own the stage. … It’s almost like a proud daddy moment.
At one point, Davis put Chris Wooley in touch with a local band called the Carolina Bad Boys of Comedy.
For two years, he did several shows a week. The exposure helped. He also put effort into his craft. His writing has evolved.
At first, he tried to emulate his favorite comedian, the late Mitch Hedberg, by hitting audiences with a barrage of lines. Finally, he had enough for a story. This led to a set.
“I started with some big jokes,” he said. “And then I was like, ‘I really have to talk about things that I’m involved in. And unfortunately, it’s drugs and alcohol. “
Still a tech geek, Chris Wooley had graduated in networking, but seemed to bounce from one boring job to the next. He had started drinking and using drugs in college, and over the years his habits deteriorated along with his job prospects.
“I have an addictive personality,” he said. “Whatever I do, I get hooked. It can be a good thing and a bad thing. “
For comedy, this passion paid off with better concerts. He worked 40 hours a week in a day job and still did comedy every night. At one point, her schedule was 10 nights and four nights. He would leave at 8 a.m. and arrive home at midnight.
To his health, the spiral of addiction was destructive. His weight climbed to 570 pounds. He smoked weed all day and started using cocaine. At night he drank a liter of rum at one time.
Once upon a time he was so drunk in a comedy club that the owner wouldn’t let him take the stage for an open mic night.
Wooley was sobbing in his arms.
“I’m a comedian,” he moans. ” That’s what I do. I want to make people laugh.