I was within my wit’s end. I’d had enough of the job, this lifestyle, and my romantic relationship acquired broken up. Should I eat chocolate, or go to India, or fall in love? Then I had a revelation: You will want to do all three, in that order? Therefore it was that I embarked on a trip that was segmented into three parts and was then made into a significant motion picture. Afterwards, I woke through to an airplane having a hole in my face and a really bad hangover. I had been ushered brusquely from the airplane by my parents who had taken me to a about Mr. Crazy Pants rehab where I examined positive for coke, traditional coke, special k (the medication), Special K (the cereal), mushrooms, pepperoni, and Restless Calf Syndrome. It was there that I first started painting with my ft. But rewind…the entire year was 1914. I had been just a young German soldier portion in the trenches while concurrently trying to destroy an evil ring with some help from an elf, a troll, and a huge sorcerer, all while food preparation every recipe out of a Julia Child cookbook. What I’m attempting to say is that there was a secret code hidden inside a painting and I was looking for it with this girl who acquired a tattoo of the dragon! Let me clarify, it had been the 1930s and a couple of us were migrating out of Oklahoma, and I used to be this teenage wizard/CIA operative, alright? And, um i quickly floated off into the meta-verse being a ball of invisible energy that acquired no outer edge… Ugh, okay. None of this is true. I’m just kind of a normal guy from New Jersey who moved to NY, got into comedy, wrote this reserve about trying to create this book, and then shifted to Alaska, became the mayor of a little town, spent $30,000 on underwear, and now I’ll rule the world!!!