I will find a way – or make one.
This is our foxhole, and in foxholes, sometimes faith is all you’ve got.
I can work as a writer, but I wanted to do stand-up. And I knew I could, at worst, work as a stand-up. And I like to travel, and I knew I wanted to do an hour special, so in order to get ready for that, I had to hit the road.
We were talking about urban youth. And by urban I mean lives in a city not urban as in black like white people use it.
I’ve been going up and bombing everywhere. It’s great. I love it. It’s hilarious.
My dad named me after Hannibal Barca, the Carthaginian general who attacked Rome. But nobody knows about him.
When I’m doing shows I don’t need much from a city. All I’m looking for is a good meal and a decent spot to have a couple drinks.
I like smoking at home. I like it to be one of the last things I do that day. I don’t wake and bake at all; I couldn’t do that. If I’m waking and baking, then I’m staying inside my place the rest of the day. I can’t start my day off high.
I smoke occasionally, but it’s not a part of my routine. I mean, I don’t need it.
I have weird aspirations. Like, I really want to kick a pigeon.
I didnt audition for SNL. I sent in a tape to SNL the year before I started writing there, but I got the job there through doing stand-up on Fallon.
I like showing different types of comedy – showing that I could tell a story, or showing that I could do a one-liner, showing I could do stuff about music – so just trying to be versatile and talking about different topics.
I’d like to get more bit-acting roles. I don’t know if my talent would allow for a long dialogue, but I could definitely knock out three lines.
I like burritos more than Jesus because steak burritos are delicious. And they’re real.
I’m a dumb guy. My point of view is limited.
Social media is interesting. It helps me connect with fans. It’s immediate. It’s a big part of my touring business – getting the word out via Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
When somebody mangles one of my jokes, that bothers me more than somebody saying that I’m the worst comedian ever.
I was always observing. Even while talking, living, going through every motion, I was watching myself and the situation. That’s a writer. Always observing.
In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.
Everything was insanely alive, now you see it, now you don’t. I thought, it’s the light, it’s the water, it’s changing every second, it’s always doing this whether I’m here to witness it or not.
Not much more than a broke disgrace who’s hooked on tonics, so excuse him if his poker face has puke on it.