Born in Brooklyn, raised on the sunny streets of Miami, I didn’t quite fit in anywhere. An only child with a very loud Jewish mother, I quickly figured out that the only way to be heard was to be funny and sarcastic.
My dad, who at one time was a Broadway dancer, encouraged me to perform. He was my inspiration. I have performed everywhere from stage, film to the backseat of an old VW bug. My finest performance to date. I got a standing ovation.
After some time doing improv and sketch comedy, I decided that I wanted to try stand-up. I fell in love. I discovered that it was the only place that was socially acceptable to call your mom a bitch. Just kidding. Love you, mom. Thanks for the crazy. Without you, I’d have no material.
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