So I'm old.
The only thing that bothers me about being old is that the little pricks don't pass me the joint anymore.
I was born in Budapest, Hungary and come from a working class family.
My father was a musician, mother clerical worker. I had a weird childhood, imagine growing up in the middle of war torn Budapest but in my mother’s fantasy of Hollywood.
I have two younger brothers and I don’t envy my mother trying to raise us during the Russian occupation.. We were so poor she couldn't even afford the food in our dreams.
We immigrated to America after the Hungarian Revolution in 1956. You guys have no idea how lucky you are.
Iin America we have democracy.
We Hungarians loved your American Revolution so much, so we thought we'll copy it but put a spin on it and loose. No just kidding the reason we lost becouse we had no weapons.
We only had one weapon the rubick's cube.
As if we didn't have enought problems.
As far back as I can remember I have seen everything around me differently.
I became a stand up comic because I love to hear people laugh.
So I embarked on this journey which makes my immigration look like a walk in the park.
But if it wasn't for comedy, I would have never found out things about myself,
like whaaaaat? I'm a masochists?!
My other life experiences include researching cannabis.
I love comedy, I love to paint and take care of my online gift shop. So pretend I'm celebrity and buy a Gabby Tary. :)
