I Spent The First 25 Years Of

One Saturday In 1984, I Walked Into My First Aa Meeting. I Went Regularly For Six Years And Only Stopped When I Came To Realize My Underlying Problem Was Not Genuine Alcoholism, But Depression.

I Think It Is More A Cautiousness That Protects Me From Enthusiasm About Things. I Tend Not To Get Excited. People Perceive It As A Scowl, Which Is Fair Enough.

I Really Hated Fighting People And Hurting Them, But Felt Unable To Stop.

I Spent The First 25 Years Of My Life Not Knowing What I Wanted To Do.

If I've Inadvertently Become Some Sort Of Role Model For Failed Comedians, Then It's Really Backfired Very Badly On Me.