You've Got To Go After Your Dreams.

Thanksgiving, Man. Not A Good Day To Be My Pants.

Every Few Months I'll Pop Into A Comedy Club Or Go To Vegas.

Sometimes I Make My Life A Living Hell By Writing Complex Stories With Complex Characters. But I Love It.

I Don't Want To Be Known As This Goody-two-shoes Who Can Only Do Comedies Where Puppies Are Licking Peanut Butter Off My Face.

From There, I Tried Out For A Community Theatre Play, Joined An Improv Group... It All Started Opening Up.