Every great story begins with great tragedy. My story is not great. It starts with an affable laugh and ends with an uncongenial sigh. In retrospect, the laugh is mostly gas, and the sigh is one of relief. I am the dark comedy between Disney and Debbie Does Dallas. People have always been curious about my content, but rarely have they had the nerve to take me off the shelf. So I sit and collect dust. If Comedy is Tragedy plus Time, then the tragedy began long before I entered the scene. It began with a book-smart man and a street-wise woman. It started in a distant city, on a faraway coast, once upon a time ago. Every great story begins with great tragedy, which is why this story is fucking epic.
Fucking. Epic.
