Corey Roberts
One of the most distinct new voices in comedy, Corey is a hit at Southern California's most famous clubs, including the Hollywood Improv, Jon Lovitz Comedy Club and the Pasadena Ice House. Since making it to the finals of LA's Funniest Comic, Corey has written for TV, starred in international commercials and released the comedy album "Recessionproof" with his group The Fifth-Year Seniors.
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You don’t need dollars to be a douche bag. You can be a run of the mill homeless alky who’s likely carrying hepatitis-c. That’s the guy I ended up rumbling with in Santa Monica a while back.
I was shooting a video that required me to wear a full sweatsuit and sunglasses. I placed my street clothes in a paperbag next to the camera tripod. Halfway through the shoot I notice that the bag is gone and that there is a very real possibility that I’ll have to walk around Santa Monica looking like a mob-henchman even after the shoot. When one of the other actors pointed out that “a homeless” was carrying my bag, I yelled cut (like that made a fucking difference) and confronted the bum.
Now keep in mind, this was not a famous tramp. This wasn’t one of the guys from Bumfights; this wasn’t Daniel Day Lewis digging deep to research his next role. This was just a toothless shithead trying to make off with my clothes. And since I was dressed like an Armenian at a greyhound race, I looked like the douchebag for stopping him. Every croc-wearing passerby gave me a look of disgust before returning his attention to his Jamba Juice.
Bottom line: I think it’s fine to be homeless, and even a little cool to steal clothes, but when you leave another human in a vulnerable position such as the one I was in you are a douchebag…even if you’re homeless.
So, I'M DRESSED IN A SWEATSUIT, FIGHTING A HOMELESS GUY
You don’t need dollars to be a douche bag. You can be a run of the mill homeless alky who’s likely carrying hepatitis-c. That’s the guy I ended up rumbling with in Santa Monica a while back.
I was shooting a video that required me to wear a full sweatsuit and sunglasses. I placed my street clothes in a paperbag next to the camera tripod. Halfway through the shoot I notice that the bag is gone and that there is a very real possibility that I’ll have to walk around Santa Monica looking like a mob-henchman even after the shoot. When one of the other actors pointed out that “a homeless” was carrying my bag, I yelled cut (like that made a fucking difference) and confronted the bum.
Now keep in mind, this was not a famous tramp. This wasn’t one of the guys from Bumfights; this wasn’t Daniel Day Lewis digging deep to research his next role. This was just a toothless shithead trying to make off with my clothes. And since I was dressed like an Armenian at a greyhound race, I looked like the douchebag for stopping him. Every croc-wearing passerby gave me a look of disgust before returning his attention to his Jamba Juice.
Bottom line: I think it’s fine to be homeless, and even a little cool to steal clothes, but when you leave another human in a vulnerable position such as the one I was in you are a douchebag…even if you’re homeless.





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