I walked into a basement in Greenwich Village called the Comedy Cellar.
And when you’re a comic, you look in a room, and 200 seats are facing one way.
And there’s one stool, and it has a light shining on it.
And you walk into that room, and go, “That’s gonna be my chair. I’m gonna sit in that one.”
And you spend the rest of your career trying to earn that stool.
And some nights, man, you don’t even belong in the club, you don’t even belong on the street.
But you get back at it, because there isn’t any fixed point in comedy where you make it or you don’t make it.
It’s the journey, with the greatest friends I could ever possibly have made.