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How Chris Parker Felt

Two hours before the biggest solo show of his career, CHRIS PARKER is all alone. “It’s just me,” he says when I meet him in his green room at Q Theatre — a small, stark white room with a lightbulb-framed mirror, an iron and ironing board, a clothes rack, and a couple of bottles of water. There are no flowers, no friends, no family. No producer or agent or manager. “It’s so lonely. It’s soooo lonely. That’s why comedians are so sad. Because look at the job. Look at this!”