Mr Carlson, they're ready for you on stage, sir.

I looked up for my reflection in the mirror and turned to look at the young woman in the doorway.

How do I look? I asked her, smiling hugely as I fixed it with my regard.

She flushed a little.

You look great. I was hoping I can get an autograph if it's not too much to ask.

The young woman looked flushed as she held out the paper.

I grinned and took it, scrolling my name across the front before handing it back.

She took it, shyly, sliding a lock of a brown hair beyond an ear. Another fan, of course.

But I was used to them by now.

I'd been signing autographs for the last 10 years, but this was the first one that I felt like I'd earned it.

No more Raunchy, Roger, or audiences of drunken prep boys.

I was done with that now.

All that was behind me.

Maybe now I could bask in the lights of honest fans who weren't just here for my juvenile

humour.

Maybe now that I had some serious work, It would take me seriously. So what did you think of the movie?

Oh yeah it was okay I've been a fan for a while though I used to love your standup

that surprised me a little.

The general consensus from female viewers had always been pretty negative.

Ranchi Roger had been beloved by stonners and Drunks and my humour had followed suit pretty well.

The character had been great back when I was doing stand-up and it had followed me through

the last seven years as the studio I worked for pumped out one dumb movie after another.

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