"When Leslie Jones walks into a room, she's always out of breath and mad about something," writes Chris Rock in the book's foreword. Rock suggested Lorne Michaels give Jones a tryout when he was looking to add a Black woman to the cast of SNL in 2013. "She's too funny not to be everywhere, in every movie, on every TV show, with ten Netflix specials," Rock opines, adding she should also play a Marvel villain and Harriet Tubman.
Jones writes in the introduction, "Some of the stories about my childhood are vague because a bitch is fifty-five and I've smoked a lot of weed." Her stories about weed all start with NOT using it, since it seems that was more unusual for her. When asked if she was would mind rooming with some Rastas, Jones writes, "OK with Rastas? I would never not have weed."
Starting with the opening story about how she insisted on being paid as a headliner at clubs when male comics made excuses to put her on last so that they didn't have to follow her, the book is full of illuminating and empowering stories from her many years on the road.
She recalls smoking weed in a Ladera Heights, CA parking lot before performing at Maverick's, and "that made me cocky at the wrong time." She forgot her whole set and, after a moment of silence, ran off the stage. "I was not good enough to smoke weed before I worked," she wrote. (Many comics say smoking weed throws their timing off; however George Carlin almost always smoked it before performing.)
About a road trip where she drove between gigs, she writes, "My entire plan, beyond avoiding Texas because of Thelma & Louise, was this: No smoking weed while I was driving during the day. I wanted to be clear, not just so I was safe, but because this was kind of a spiritual journey, too. I wanted to talk to God and have a solid plan. That meant I was going to save weed for the hotel at night, because I knew I was going to need it."
She then relates how she dropped a "really big bag of chronic" from her pocket at a desolate St. George, Utah diner. "So back I went, out on to the empty street—I swear to God there was an actual fucking tumbleweed blowing by—but no one at the diner had seen the weed. Yes, I asked—it was the chronic after all. I wonder if they'd already smoked it. They did seem kinda chill about it..."
After a friend signed her up for a "Funniest Person on Campus" contest, Jones began performing standup, while working day jobs as an Orange County clerk and lunch lady. The rest is herstory, as the book relates with humor and heart.
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