When I was 23, my plan was to go to New York and do standup. I arrived in New York and was so terrified by the clubs and the comics. The rooms were really small and people were smoking and the comics were very New York. Larry David was there.
Then I moved to LA, and you don't just go back home right away because you don't have any money left. I was trying to do standup. I got homesick after six months. I called my dad and said, I don't know what to do.
I don't really want to go home and I got just enough money for the first and the last month's rent for this shitty apartment. I thought he was going to say, come home. He said, Kev, stay out there and give it a try. I forever thanked him for that.