To make money I picked up work as a busboy, valet parker, skateboard shop employee.

Staying in a hotel this time. They put me up in a little bit of a shithole. Yeah. Just this side of rinky dink. The first 7 floors are a homeless shelter, but I'm on 8.

When my stepfather died, I just kind of fell apart. I felt pretty vulnerable, like there literally could be no tomorrow.

I want to get back to my fighting weight of 98 pounds. I have the exact measurements of that guy from the movie, Powder. Right now, I am the reigning West Coast Powder.

How do you lay low but still do your job? Try to stay out there without being out there like Jenny McCarthy?

I got into stand-up to get on a sitcom.

It's hard to have a career.