I quit smoking well over twenty years ago.
Incidentally, I'm still looking for acting work, my first love.
My whole act is confession.
As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud, the anger is elevated, sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy.
My first job was at a Chicago night club called Mr. Kelly's.
I heard the other day of a man who paid a psychologist $50 to cure him of an inferiority complex - and later was fined $25 and costs for talking back to a traffic cop.