Welcome to Fitzdog Radio, I'm in the Fitzdog Studio adjacent, which is a bedroom in my house.

Got the Sunday Papers logo up there for you and we're just getting through.

We're just getting through a day.

A Tuesday with not much to do.

Not much?

What the fuck was that? What am I saying? Four cups of coffee and it is 2.30. That's about right, isn't it? It seems about right. Here's my story.

Grew up both parents from the Bronx,

dad, mom, not a lot of money.

Dad did well in radio.

Moved us from the Bronx up to lovely Westchester County

where he was successful in voice overs in radio and I watched him and I

fell in love with being in front of people and being funny and telling stories and

I watched my dad in a tuxedo,

M.C. benefit shows with a bunch of hokey jokes

about growing up Catholic.

And I drive home with him and I just stare at him like he was my hero.

And then I got a little older I started collecting comedy records and going into all the clubs in New York City during the week on the weekends I'd see shows

and somehow in college I started doing stand-up and I never looked back.

And now here it is 33 years later.

And I'm sitting in Venice Beach, California.

Just keeping the dream alive. Just keeping on, keeping on.

I mean, there's no goal. There's no high point I'm looking for I just love it. I love where I am I love what I do I love

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