My Two Nights in Jail (A true story)
My eyes cracked open fifteen feet below an industrial ceiling made of cement pockmarked with unfinished air pockets; I had no idea where I was. The front lobe of my…
My eyes cracked open fifteen feet below an industrial ceiling made of cement pockmarked with unfinished air pockets; I had no idea where I was. The front lobe of my…
If I had to thank someone for my ongoing quest to get high, it’d probably be my dentist in 1975. Here's that day it all began . . .
A first-person recounting of a standup comedian's fast leap from obscurity to the Tonight Show...