I Don't Watch That Much

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Do I Love Money. It Is A Character Flaw, No Doubt, One That Springs From A Panicked Childhood In Which I Always Felt As If Our Family Was Only A Couple Missed Child Support Payments From Being Tossed Onto The Pitiless Streets Of Our Suburban New Jersey Town.

I'm Not Sure What It Would Mean To Have "made It." Made What? Yes, I Can Make A Decent Living In Show Business, So If That's The Criteria, Then I've Made It. But That Doesn't Feel That Important To Me. The Stuff That Matters To Me Are The New Challenges. I Know That Sounds Hokey, But It's True.

By The End Of The Time I'm Writing A Book, I'm Tearing My Hair Out And I Want To Go Do Stand-up. And Then I Want To Do Something Else. I Don't Know Why It Is True With Me That I Can't Just Be Satisfied Doing The One Thing, But I'm Constantly Flitting From One Thing To Another.

I Probably Should Be Thinking Of Better Ideas On How To Promote Myself, But I Don't Really Spend A Lot Of Time Doing It. I Really Don't Know How To Promote Effectively.

It Doesn't Matter What You're Chasing, When You Get There You're Gonna Be Like, "oh, Is This All? It Kind Of Sucks."