that was so fucking awesome. I thought that was the shit.
Not that I needed it, but it meant a lot to me. Because to
me, if a man cares about you, he gives you money. He works
hard for his money, so if he gives it to you, he cares.
So even though all my friends hated him, I just thought
they were jealous. And none of them knew all the crazy
stuff. At least not yet. But crazy can’t hide forever.
He moved out to LA soon after that. And he had a son
with him. He told me he had three kids, and he brought his
son with him, the eight-year-old.
So now we are living in my one-bedroom apartment. Me,
him, and his eight-year-old. I did not like that at all. We only
lived there for a month, and then he got this house, and the
house was great, but it was far. It was like seventy miles
outside LA, in Wildomar.
I thought he was doing it for me. He wasn’t. It was to
keep me away from everybody and make me feel like I didn’t
want to do comedy anymore.
But I still kept doing comedy, I just did it in Wildomar. I
just found places out there, did the casinos and stuĉ like
that, did shows in San Diego. That shit used to piss him off.
Ex-Husband: “You don’t need to do this comedy stuĉ.
I’m making money, you don’t need it.”ͳen as soon as he was saying that, he would lose his job
(he was doing private detective work), or get laid oĉ, and so
then I had to be supplementing everything. So I started
booking movies and all these other really good-paying gigs.