Sometime in the mid-'90s, my cousin Carlos, my friend Jimmy, and I went to watch Pauly Shore perform at the Comedy Store. He was going to be recording for a live comedy CD that would be released in the near future.
Jimmy claimed to know one of the producers of the show and said that the producers had placed him on the list to get in. When we arrived, we gave the door guy our namesâ€”and guess what happened? We weren't on the list. As we stood there wondering what to do, Gary Coleman walked by arm in Read more