Dave Attell is a hilarious man. And if he didn’t have a TV show, his baldness might even affect his chances of getting laid. But Attell’s drunk humbleness is why it’s so easy to relate to his comedy. His TV show “Insomniac” could be labeled a reality show, but it is as much a contradiction of reality than any of the other sorry excuses like “American Idol.” He gets paid more to do stand-up than “Insomniac,” but he doesn’t let his TV fame precede him.

The atmosphere in the Fox Theater on the night he appeared was rather casual. People were carousing through the lobby in a convivial manner, drinking as much as they could before lighting up a cigarette outside.

His fellow stand-up support, Doug Stanhope of “The Man Show,” appeared visibly buzzed as he swigged sips of Budweiser between joking about justice for young boys orally molested by their trusted symbols of community and religious guidance.

The energy of the crowd imbued him with a dynamic that kept the show unpredictable and had me crying while choking on laughter.

Attell’s comedy is rather choleric. He mused about everything from midgets nicknamed “baby shoes” and their peculiar pistachio smell to posing the suggestion of the Hawaiian amputee shark girl’s resourcefulness of giving hand jobs with her feet.

The crowd was at times uproarious, heckling and defending themselves against Attell’s sharply barbed quips. “You’re one drink away from yelling faggot or being one,” he told a man in the audience. Everyone walking up the aisles during his show was insulted. It made me wary of leaving my seat.

I was lucky to get to chat with him for a little bit after the show and he said he was shooting episodes around the world, including Japan, and commented on our fair town’s infamous methamphetamine fixation. That’s what gives this town its hardiness, character and fair share of tweakers. And at my suggestion would make Bakersfield perfect for a future “Insomniac” bar crawl.