It is nigh impossible to carry on in some comedic fashion in today's environment. It's like trying to run a day-care center in a slaughterhouse. The environs are just not [long, long, sigh] well suited to the task.
"Be funny, be funny, be funny," I say in the morning. But by the afternoon I start lazily fantasizing about being a serial killer. Like one of the guys I see in those crime novels. "What did it? What caused Chris to turn from a promising, lucrative, diamonds-and-champagne comedy career and instead just start killing people?"
I do have professional standards, you know. And I want you to know that even though I am not getting my ticket receipts --which I am severely, severely pissed off about, by the way-- I will strive to keep it upbeat and fun.
