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I had a gig at The Comic Strip in New York the first year I did standup. My friend Melanie came to that show. She and I went to the same university in Paris and after graduation she moved to London. I visited her there but hadn’t seen her in years until she relocated to New York because she got a job working for Martin Scorsese. I can still hear her chastising me for mispronouncing his last name. “It’s ScorSESSY, not ScorSAZY.”

Melanie arrived at the club that night with two men in tow. After m… Continue

It was Christmas Eve and I got up when I heard noises downstairs in the living room. I don’t recall how old I was; I may have been in my thirties for all I remember. I only have a good memory for ex-boyfriends and the things they do that are just so patently wrong. Seriously, a mesh shirt? Is that a cry for help or something?

I was finally going to see Santa Claus. I tiptoed to the top of the landing. My little, or gigantic thirty year-old heart was pounding in my ears. Wouldn’t every one of my… Continue

My father used to say, “Live every day as if it's your last.” So does that mean I’d be picking out a coffin, a headstone, and talking to a mortician? Or that I’d wake up thinking ‘Today is my last day on earth?’ Then the next day I’d get up and say what? “Shit, I just blew yesterday.”

I’m not too worried about dying because only fabulous people die. ‘He was always smiling and was such a beautiful person. Everyone loved him.’ Just once I'd like to hear, ‘Well good riddance. Yellow teet… Continue