They’re supposed to be
embarrassing, but I don’t
care. I’ve always been
a bit of a clown. I don’t
know what to do and I
don’t know what to know,
but I’m pretty sure that
Jack Spicer was often
quite depressed. At this
point, I’m weighing the
possible merits of turning
this into a play. But I do
not. All of these bloopers
remind me of Dad and Burt Reynolds.
