My great grandmother threw herself in front of a bus. The police tried to say she was committed suicide but the family knew she was just trying to stop civil rights.

I enjoyed writing for someone elses voice, but I wasnt very good at it.

It seemed fun to play a villain on stage and I wanted my jokes to be so good that I could just calmly tell them on stage.

That's the worst way you can hear about comedy material: from a third person's blog story that they wrote when they were upset.

The opposite of sad is down's syndrome.

I've always been fascinated by dark subjects, especially people's reactions to them. Why are people so uncomfortable talking about death if everyone dies?

I'm too cynical to be an optimist.