Well, whaddya know. The coffee shop interview I did with the TV reporter ended up making it to the local news that night. I got a laugh out of the subtitle they showed during the interview.

I’ve got an agent, and I’m planning a new TV show called “The Sleepy Houstonian.” I figure it’ll be like Insomniac, only the reverse: rather than Dave Attell prowling clubs, it’ll be me alternating between naps and looking for Red Bull.

And no, they didn’t show any of the obscene stickers on my laptop. Dang. Maybe next time.