Kid Fury Lets Houston Into His Furious Thoughts | @kidfury @heyassante Brandon Caldwell April 10, 2017 Laugh Out Loud, Reviews Kid Fury gives an audience their own personal version of ‘Furious Thoughts’ in Houston. For about four years, 29-year-old Gregory Smith has made a habit out of skewering anyone that came into his daily life. Celebrities, reality television stars, the flight attendants who routinely irk him on flights, no one was spared a piece of his mind. Under the adopted moniker of Kid Fury, his penchant for knocking down any and everyone who annoyed him has made him a star. Well, a star with enough cache to sell out an auditorium at the University of Houston-Downtown. “I’m extremely tired of the word shaming,” he said during an hour-long set. “It’s not that shaming isn’t a real thing or attached to real issues. Some things aren’t shaming, some things are a shame.” If you became a fan of Kid Fury during the YouTube version of “Furious Thoughts” or with his weekly podcast The Read then the live version of “Furious Thoughts” didn’t disappoint. Everything from Future’s drug usage (“he may be the world’s first trap ghost”); Drake’s ridiculous tattoo choices; Donald Trump (“Trumpjelica Pickles”); Ivanka (“a bottle service girl”) and couples using social media as an audience for a breakup were brought up. On Republicans discussing the wire-tapping suggestions: “Look, you tell that lumpy bitch we’ve been lying for over 160 years for him to make up some horrible shit like that? Call some writers! Law & Order, House of Cards, Empire, fuck!” Flat Tummy Tea is ridiculous. Given the sociopolitical nature of the country, Fury allowed there to be a little levity shared within the room. That’s his nature as a comedian. He’s sly, at times even shy and curious as he lets thoughts run off in his mind. As a random alarm went off on someone’s phone, he walked near the disturbance and asked. “What was so damn important that you need an alarm for 9 PM?” A woman’s friend sold her out and yelled, “Birth control!” Flummoxed briefly, Fury turned his attention towards her, “Now why the hell you got to tell her whole ass business?!” It wasn’t the first audience related moment that brought the entire room into a laughing fit. During a bit on the ridiculousness of Flat Tummy Tea, a woman got up and immediately ran out, either ashamed or exposed as a Flat Tummy Tea truther. Even as some audience members casually strolled in 30 minutes into his set, Fury couldn’t help but nearly put a boot behind somebody for their tardiness. His set, often irreverent and reminiscent of many an eye-opening one-man show brought on discussions of race as only a twenty-something could manage. “Black people aren’t easily impressed,” he mused. “We actually find glee in telling you that you suck and your hopes and dreams are fruitless!” For every barb he had for a celebrity, Fury pulled some of the jokes inward to his own personal life. A New Yorker by way of Miami, he could only fall to his knees when he found out his brother was dating a white girl. “I just want my family to fix some fire jerk chicken for Thanksgiving. If she eats it with a smile? Shit, welcome to the family girl!” “Not everybody will get the joke in Kid Fury’s world and that’s perfectly fine.” But the best of the night brought two things to ahead, his newfound success as someone rooted in pop culture and a white world uncomfortable with his presence in it. As he settled into his new apartment, he noticed how erratic and wild his neighbors were. “I thought I was going to go the entire duration of my lease not seeing these people,” he said. During the exchange, feeling the tension between he and the woman near him, he responded in kind. “What’s the matter Pumpkin Spice?” he asked her. She cut back, “I thought you’d be white!” All he could respond with to thunderous applause from the audience, “Well madam, I am not only full black, but I live in this apartment and I don’t need an ugly husband or two dependents to help me with the rent. I don’t know why you would think I’m white?” She points downward, “Because your door mat says, ‘Get out of my Caucasian house.’” Not everybody will get the joke in Kid Fury’s world and that’s perfectly fine. And in a world where he, a Jamaican black man with a Ph.D in Trina lyrics and put downs can sell out a decent sized auditorium in shiny silver shoes and black jeans? It’s a world that even he sometimes has to adjust to. Share this:TweetShare on Tumblr Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.