I grew up on the race track. Horses, not cars. There were cars there, but nobody was betting on them. Saw a lot of stuff there at an early age. Only child. Hated school but liked being the smart ass in the corner of the room waiting for the class clown to say something silly so I could say something sarcastic and get the real laugh. Wrote a few jokes for a friend who was a comic. They worked, but HE got the laughs. Decided to try it myself. Did the road for seven years or a hundred thousand miles, which ever came first. Got funny or at least funnier. Moved to New York. Got into the mix. Or mixed up. It's a fine line. Played all the clubs there at one time or another. Did some acting. Wrote a couple plays. Also wrote a screenplay. I warmed up the crowds for the Ricki Lake Show. No, they’re not actors. They’re just crazy. Did a ton of films you’ve never heard of and few you have. Had a part in a big-time, real-deal play with Mikhail Baryshnikov at Lincoln Center. During rehearsals, he bounced a rubber ball to stay focused. Pretty cool guy. If I bumped into him on the street, he’d say “Oh, yeah, I remember you. Now leave me alone, I have to go dance.” Hasn’t happened yet though. But you never know in New York City. That’s what’s so magnetic about this place. You never, ever know. So I’ll be here. When I’m not there, I’ll be here. Performing, acting and putting my spin on whatever they let me put my spin on… so take a spin of the site. Let me know what you think. Thank you for your time.


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