 I feel like I'd have a better life if I stood up to a few bullies. I had a guy, I'm not gonna say who, comic so mean to me when I started, like unnecessarily mean, weirdly mean, picked on me, insulted me, the whole thing would heckle me during shows and I was like, man, is this how comedy is? Years later, he wrote me this email, like, I was jealous of you. I didn't know how to handle it. You wrote jokes that were better than mine and that bothered me. I was so mad at you but I hate myself and I was like, oh my God, I can't believe this is like, everything I kind of maybe thought but then I didn't want to believe because I'm like, oh, who's jealous of me? Whatever, and it was a huge moment in my life seeing that. It's very easy to go like, oh, they're just jealous. Great, I still feel like shit. Yes, yes, yes, exactly. Oh, well they are just, okay, that car splashed you. Well, it was just driving on its way to somewhere. I'm wet. Exactly, exactly. The fuck do you want me to do now?