Andrew and I have had the honor of working for three legendary geniuses during our higgledy-piggledy writing career. One was Johnny Carson. The second was George Carlin. This is the story of the third.
The Beginning….
Once upon a time, two young and impoverished Canadian writers were sitting in a cramped, cockroach infested apartment in Van Nuys (The Oshawa of L.A.) with no prospects and virtually no hope. They had bravely ventured down to this mystical land of tinsel and broken dreams a scant six months earlier and were now facing the ominous fate of having to go back to Oshawa (the Oshawa of Oshawa)…and it was all their own fault!
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 