My audiences have positive energy. I go to the limit of escapeeism.. My goal is to al-most kiN myself on stage.

The phone jangled and I jumped a foot in the St. Paul Holiday Inn. Horrible, holes in the carpet...rotten hungover weekend and what am I doing a story on a Sunday for? Thanks to a fall taken at a fun party Saturday night I had bruises and welts going up and down my left side. A BMF—bad mutha fucka, Ted would have rated that party. I was smoothing some Noxzema on the wretched arm when the telephone made sport of what was left of my nerves.