It was just another night at Side Splitters in Tampa. In what they call 'showcase night' which is basically a glorified open mic but the comics do have a bit of experience. One of the comics was a guy by the name of Travis Boyd.
So he walks on stage and I immediately smelled a faint scent of ammonia. And as he adjusted the mic, I couldn't help but notice how unbelievably sweaty his hands were. I actually remember thinking 'fuck, this guy's hands are sweaty'.
He wore a hot-pink 'Budman' t-shirt circa 1990, acid wash jeans, and green flip flops. The man wore jeans and flip flops. Already I got the feeling you get when you hear a person walk in behind you at a public restroom.
He never acknowledged the crowd, but went straight into his set. But as he started talking he placed his own hands around his throat and began squeezing. He was choking himself as he performed his set.
I don't recall any jokes because none of us could decipher what he was saying over all the gargling. This went on for 5 minutes until he just stopped and walked off stage. I, and the rest of the crowd, was stunned.
The emcee made no reference to what we just saw and immediately introduced the next comic.
After the show, I decided to walk around to the back of the club and see if the guy is back there talking to the other comics. They were there but there was no sign of Travis.
So I gave up and started walking to my car when I heard what sounded like a man crying over behind the dumpster to my left. I noticed the pink shirt sleeve poking out from behind it and knew it was him. I then became extremely frightened and ran off.
So that's all for now. It's Florida so there's more to come. Tune in next time for another chilling episode of Florida's Most Disturbing Stand Up Comics