Three deceptively short but BIG questions recently showed up on HBO's Crashing, a series about an annoyingly earnest but lovable comedian (Pete Holmes) trying to make it in NYC.
He blows a big break at a coveted club. To be fair, his set—mostly about swimming pools and pee—got decent laughs. But the jaded booking manager wasn't having it. She looked at him tiredly over her glasses: "A strong bomb is better than a weak kill....I have plenty of white guys talking about nothing."
And then, right there in the cramped restaurant booth, she was transformed into an oracle. She asked three questions and, for just a moment, I felt time stop. Because she was asking me, too.
Who are you? Why are you? Why now?
Was she talking to you?
