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Consumer Man in The New York Times Magazine
Possible bag conspiracy threatens to undermine social order.
"I'm one of those people who yell at store clerks. Not just any store clerks, but the ones who are rude, incompetent or indifferent. In other words, all store clerks. I'm the guy who always has to speak to the manager. In my head, I'm "Consumer Man": a superhero fighting on behalf of oppressed consumers the world over. In my wife's head, I'm crazy.
"Someday you're going to scream at the wrong person," she says. "And you're going to get shot." This "wrong person" has figured into so many of our conversations that I feel as if I know him, even though I really know only two things: 1) he's "wrong" and 2) he's going to shoot me..." READ MORE HERE!
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A blast from the archive. Check out this interview from Comedy Central Presents! Let's just say its not a good idea to get high on career day...
About Me: I was born in a modest tenement house in Providence, Rhode Island (a.k.a. the biggest little state in the union). My childhood was a happy one filled with endless days of chasing asthmatic squirrels (most of which I caught) and making rubber band balls, my favorite pastime to this day.
Not unlike Jesus Christ, my parents owned a furniture store and I, a precocious child would help out after school. My idea of an all rubber band house for kitties never quite caught on, but my parents didn..t care. They knew I was destined for greater things.
Flash forward to adulthood. With RI and the furniture shop far behind me, I arrived in the City of New York to pursue my dream of becoming a Broadway dancer. A hoofer, a gypsy of the boards, if you will. Sadly, this dream would never be realized since I knew next to nothing about dancing...so I became a lawyer on Wall Street instead.
It was the go-go nineties and I was on top of the world. But something was missing. I walked the streets of the city for years trying to put my finger on it. It turns out that I was not meant to be a lawyer or a dancer or even the rubber band ball maker from my youth. I was meant to be a stand up comedian. And the rest as they say is history.