I always had my own ideas about things. As an only child, when my dad went to check on his farm in Ohio, I had nothing to do, so I imagined things. I stood in the barn and sang opera to the sheep. I made up all sorts of languages. I guess someone looking on might have predicted I would grow up to be funny. As a teenager, I spent three years training in classical piano until I realized I didn't have the talent to pursue music professionally. Then I wanted to become a stenographer so I could count on making...
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