I'm now unemployed. It's a weird feeling with no work, but at least there's still golf. Standup comedy is like my core, it's what I do. But I want to be a pro golfer. It's a love/hate relationship with golf. I can come away feeling so serene, and yet, it's the thing that I can let get to me to throw a club and say curses that don't even exist. I'm obsessed with something that won't let me master it. I don't know. I need therapy.

I lived at home till I was 29.

Flappers sounds like where waitresses go after they're too old to work at Hooters.

I love hitting into the rough because it gets me close to the people.

I have this mistress: show business.

The fact that they let me in a movie with Gene Hackman has left me with no faith in show buisness.

I love standup and I haven't given it up.