No one reads anymore. I have been deprived my literary right… and I crave an audience. The form of the tragic autobiography is dead… or will be soon, along with most of its authors. Good-bye, written word. So I have chosen this form - radio - to author my life. Not because my life is particularly worthy… but because it is hopefully… comically unworthy. Besides… tragedy isn’t Top 40. Which is just as well.
Jack Nicholson as David in “The King of Marvin Gardens”