I Once Talked About Wanting To Kill

I'm Just Saying, 'hey, Throw Me A Bone. How About A Smile, Cute T-shirt? Look At Me.' Nothing - Unless It's A Turn To Their Friends To Go, 'hey, Why Is That Weird Guy Looking At Us?'

I Find That If I Don't Do Interviews, I Get A Little Squirrely. I Think That When You Engage With Someone Else, Or When You Engage In Something You're Passionate About, You're Sort Of Out Of Your Own Head.

Jokes Do Finish Themselves. I Really Do See Them As Ongoing Conversations About Personal Themes That I Ruminate On.

Comics Seemed To Have A Handle On Things. They Could Sort Of Disarm And Get Control Over Reality. I Found It Very Comforting To Laugh.

My Dad Is Actually A Manic Depressive, Which Is Very Exciting Half The Time.