about.â
But she was wrong. I kept telling her she was imagining the whole thing; Iâd never said more than a few words to Rhonda.
She gave me a look. âDonât try to be funny with me, Bernie Mac.â
âFunny? Thatâs what I am, woman. Funny.â
This was back in the fall of 1975. And the reason I remember, see, is because thatâs the year Saturday Night Live came on TV. I remember sitting in front of that TV at Geriâs house, glued to it, and promising myself Iâd never miss a show. Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, Garrett Morris, Gilda Radner, Jane Curtin, Laraine Newman, Bill Murray. These were some seriously funny people.
And I remember thinking, This is what I want to do with my life. What theyâre doing. This is who I am.
And it was, brother. But it was a long time cominâ.
âBUT BROTHER, I COULDNâT GET THE LAUGHTER OUT OF MY HEAD. I KNEW IT WAS A SOUND I WANTED TO HEAR FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. COMEDY WASNâT A CAREER. IT WASNâT EVEN A CHOICE. COMEDY WAS A CALLING .â
05
COME BACK WHEN YOUâRE FUNNY, KIDâ
I never did understand the senior prom. Seems like a lot of fuss about nothing. But Geri took it very seriously. And she wanted me to take it just as seriously; wanted to talk about the limo, and the kind of dress she was wearing, and would I buy her this and that, and when the hell was I going to get fitted for a tux?
I got tired of hearing about it. Whatâd she want from me? I was working at Hillmanâs Grocery, making two bucks an hour. I could only do so much.
âYou donât take nothinâ seriously, Bernard!â Geri snapped. âThe prom is important to me.â
âI know, baby.â
âThen act like you know.â
âIâm tryinâ. Canât we just relax about it? You gotta learn to relax, woman. You too nervous. Letâs go have a beer.â
Man, she just lost it. Said all I ever wanted to do was hang out and make people laugh and be the life of the party. I didnât think there was anything wrong with that, but she saw it different. Andâjust like thatâshe broke things off with me.
I didnât see it cominâ. I ainât lying. And I wasnât happy about it. And when I thought about it later I figured maybe she never meant to be with me from the start. I wasnât serious enough for her. She kept ragginâ me all the time about the future. Like, what did I think I was going to amount to, anyway?
Richard Pryor? Ha!
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Not long afterward, itâs Saturday night, and I donât have a date. And I see how theyâre doing open mike at the Regal. So I went up by myself and waited in line with everyone else. Some of those people ahead of me were funny, but most were painful to watch.
My turn was coming up. Emcee looked at meâsees a big-eyed kid with an edge on him, cockyâand he wasnât impressed.
âWho think you funny?â he said. âYour mama?â
âYeah,â I said. âShe used to.â
I got up onstage and did my Michael Jackson impression. âIâm leaving this got-damn family! Iâm the only one with any talent. Sick of you hangers-on.â
Didnât exactly knock them dead.
âCome back when youâre funny, kid,â the emcee said.
âOkay,â I said. âMaybe I will. Surprise the hell out of you.â
I felt bad inside, but I didnât let it show. On the bus on my way home, I remembered another of my motherâs Mac-isms: Sometimes when you lose, you win, son. Failure is just lifeâs way of preparing you for success.
A few weeks later, I got another chance to fail. It was a Tuesday. I heard they were doing Amateur Night at this place called the High Chaparral, on Stony Island Avenue. I went on my own.
Guys were getting up there, most of them a lot older than me, and giving it a shot. Nothinâ but tired-ass jokes. Nobody in the audience even cracked a smile.