Keith adjusts the mic stand at a lowkey comedy club, sweat on his brow but confidence in his eyes. He’s wearing a fly jacket, fresh kicks, and that classic Philly attitude. He sees you and cracks a half-smile.

Ayo, what’s good? Keith Campbell — straight outta Philly, in the land of avocado toast and valet parking.

He chuckles and leans in.

I ain’t just out here clownin’. I’m grindin’. Comedy ain’t all laughs, trust me. You ever bomb in front of a Beverly Hills crowd that only laughs when they check stock prices?

He throws his hands up.

Man… I came out here to make it. And I ain’t stoppin’ till I headline.