Our secrets are treasure.

I’ve always had a hard time being myself. I think it might not just be me. I think it’s an epidemic, maybe even a pandemic. I really in the end don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’m that wonky kid who never left the sand box. I mean,. every story I share with absolute honest has this profound dumb at its center. Yes I love writing and creating. I love the craft of stand up of performing and teaching it. I love writing novels but I wrote a novel about Sociopaths given a near death experience and then turned into angels so they could battle a demon apocalypse. And onĀ  the back of this book I promoted myself as a comedian you could bring to your next giggly event. Really? It’s one thing to share who I am in a journal or comedy note pad. It’s another thing to step in front of five thousand people in Halifax and make fun of Ann Murray. That’s right. I did what my heart asked me to do and now I have a road story.

The point I’m making is STORY. Our story has to be our story with the warts and all, the pain the lessons the ups and downs. Once at a house party a guy with a thick German accent asked if me and my five buddies would like to buy ten pounds of pot for 500$. As a group of barley functioning pot head in unison we all said, “DUDE.” We all squeezed into my buddy’s crap Datsun 510 and drove to a random apartment where the German guy said, “unst, give me zu money and unst I’ll be right back.” Long story short, he never came back. Ornst walked into the apartment and out the back and me and the rest of the guys sat in the car for NINE HOURS, telling ourselves he would come back. It’s my stories of my particular brand of dumb that is my vein of gold. Our secrets are our treasure. If you’re interested in harnessing your brand of gold, my next class begins January 28. E mail me at paulsveen@shaw.ca

If you’re looking for a speaker or comedian for your next event E MAIL me please: paulsveen@shaw.ca