I was at a party three weeks prior to the murders at Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate's house.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was in NYC during 9/11; it happened on a Tuesday, I was on stage Thursday. It was a small crowd, but it took about 10 days and comedy clubs were packed.
In 1980, I watched my first Republican convention with my grandfather.
I did not in late November start the plethora of linking my private life with public events again.
I arranged the first meeting between Ariel Sharon and the settlers.
I was hit by a car when I was 13, and the rumour was immediately that I had been playing chicken with the car with my best friend Kenny in front of the Nutmeg Pantry, which was the only shop in Sharon. In fact, the guy who hit me was inebriated.
I joined the Party definitely in 1923 after having already been in sympathy with it before.
My wife and I got to go onstage at a Flaming Lips concert at Webster Hall once. We dressed up like Scientology aliens and danced around. We had a shootout onstage with Santa Claus.
Any partying I did, I did at home. I didn't want to be in the spotlight... There's an easy way to get away from the paparazzi; they're not that difficult to hide from and you don't need to go out for coffee every five minutes.
The summer of 2002 at the Wilson birthday party I met Van Dyke again and I made plans to have dinner with him.
I was once invited to attend a private dinner for Senator John F. Kennedy. But it was a Saturday evening, and I passed. Had better things to do.