Back so soon?

According to a recent study, over forty-five million Americans have a mental illness. While that still leaves us with two hundred sixty some-odd million people who don’t, it is more than ten percent of the population. Based on my experience, that estimate is low.


I have successfully avoided real work for most of my adult life. I’ve actually been a writer since fourth grade, when my mom read my first story and said, “You should be a writer.”

Instead, I did standup comedy, traveling the country during the standup ‘boom years,’ and later, appearing regularly at the Comedy Store in Hollywood. I’ve also performed on a frozen lake for the opening of ice-fishing season, at a synagogue for Purim, and at the Oxnard Strawberry Festival. Surprisingly, none of those gigs led to an HBO special.

Eventually, I realized that Mom was right. So now I’m a writer. And not for nothing, I make a killer meatloaf.