Sam Walters began his comedy career as an angry young man, quickly degenerated into a disreputable type and is now in recovery as a wary observer. Hes been honing his brand of agitated comedy in Boston for four years, working his way into all the major clubs and garnering critical acclaimthings one jaded vet told him no one gives a flying rubber fuck about. He also hosts the Sam Walters Circus at the Comedy Studio that some people give a fuck about, perhaps even a flying fuck, though a flying rubber fuck is altogether pushing it.
Hes been featured in the Boston Globe, Herald, Boston Magazine,
Improper Bostonian and Stuff@Night, and has written humor columns for
the Boston Phoenix as well as a bevy of internet sites that folded just
in time to screw him for cash. Hes also penned an action-comedy
about two sexually ambiguous, vegetarian vampires, that no one in their
right mind would produce. If, however, youre a lunatic with fifty
million dollars to throw around, by all means, call.