My Favorite Way To Blow

I Loved To Always Get Naked. I Was Very Free, So I Thought, I May As Well Get Paid.

Perfect Sandwich? Two Slices Of White Bread, Mustard, Mayo And A Platinum American Express Card.

I Was Confident And In Good Shape When I First Came To L.a. But Nobody Would Cast Me In Any Well Written Roles. People Assumed Based On My Looks I Was An Asshole And A One Trick Pony. They Never Let Me Improv Or Do Comedy. It Wasn't Until I Built A Shlubby Exterior, Which Stood In Stark Contrast To My Inner Confidence That People Gave Me Room To Play.

The Key Is Just To Ignore The Pain, Because Physical Comedy Only Works If You See Someone Get Hurt And They Aren't Actually Hurt. If Someone Gets Hit In The Face With A Bat, Falls Down, And Gets Back Up, It's Funny. If They Stay Down And Their Jaw Is Wired Shut In The Next Scene, It's Really Tragic And Weird. You Have To Pretend It Doesn't Hurt.

Just Be Yourself And Forget All Of The Stuff You Read In 'gq' Magazine.