When I set out to become a comedy writer, I told myself and anyone who asked that it wasn't about being famous, that it was about making a living doing what I loved. And that's mostly true. I've worked hard at my craft, caught some extremely lucky breaks, and today I can honestly say I get paid and paid well to try to entertain people. Regardless of the day-to-day bullshit that a job can heap on you, that's a feather I display proudly in my cap. It's one of the few things my knee-jerk self-defeating reflex lets me feel good about.
But recently I learned that I've TRULY made it. I am, officially, famous. And it's a heady thing to hear, but I'm going to try and be humble while I tell you the story.