These guys here were the typical auditioning lot. I think they had driven up from San Diego to tryout. They were one of a few hundred who were camping out that night. I don't remember them being particularly funny. And let me tell you something: there's nothing quite as depressing as standing amongst hundreds of people who think they're the world's greatest comedians. You know when you have a friend who's always "on"? Yeah, multiply that by about three hundred. The mass undercurrents of bitter self-loathing were a joy.

There were some amusing people there though. I remember one guy who was a midget in a wheel chair. He had muscular dystrophy, I think, and he was hilarious. Okay, that sounded wrong. He wasn't hilarious because of his handicap. He was hilarious because he was saying hilarious things. I wish I could remember his name, but the whole "I waited three months to post this" really screwed that up.

OH! And there was this total asshole guy named Chris, I believe. I should have taken a picture of him. He was so bitter and unfunny, but you could tell he thought he was being witty and sardonic. Everyone in the line hated him.

This is Kevan sleeping. Not much to say about that. In case you're wondering, I was not hardcore. I did not spend the night on the streets too. Why? Because I wasn't auditioning. I got to spend my night in my bed. My warm, cozy, not-on-the-sidewalk bed. Ah, the fringe benefits of being a hanger-on.

The next morning, everyone was spry and chipper. I went back to the line, which had grown significantly. Season one contestant Jay London was hanging around, and he gave Kevan some tips about auditioning and doing standup in general. It was swell. Of course, I took a picture of both of them. Two reality stars in one place is always grounds for taking out my camera.