I could look at the night sky forever. Its beauty, mystery, and unfathomable size entrance me. But nothing is more exciting than the feeling I get when I look up and remember, holy fuck, I’ve been there before.
Probably 90 percentof the time I glance up at the moon I stop and think, woah, I’m Neil Armstrong, the first guy to ever reach it.
When I told my friends I was moving to Los Angeles, they were so excited for me. They told me that the weather would be great, there would be a lot of cool job opportunities, and that I’d see celebrities everywhere. Well, they weren’t quite right on that last one, because I’ve been in L.A.
Looking back, I did everything right. All the pieces were set to fall perfectly into place with me at the helm of a progressive, witty, female-led sitcom. That is, if that damn Julia Louis-Dreyfus hadn’t foiled my plans.
Do you know how hard it is to find a sitcom with a strong female character? Nearly impossible! And somehow she gets Seinfeld AND Veep? How could I ever have accounted for that kind of staying power? I paid my dues and waited but that woman is incessant.
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