I lost my temper on stage.
I'm not a racist, that's what so insane about this, and yet it's said, it comes through, it fires out of me, and even now in the passion that's here as I confront myself.
I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.
There's a lot of labor involved in the birth of a new town.
It's strange how parts come along, how life lives us, and what we get to do with the abilities that are given us.
I'm really busted up over this and I'm very, very sorry to those people in the audience, the blacks, the Hispanics, whites - everyone that was there that took the brunt of that anger and hate and rage and how it came through.
When you perform in front of an audience after only two days of rehearsal, you're flying by the seat of your pants - particularly when they're rewriting the show right up to the moment the camera goes on.
There's a great deal of disturbance in this country and how black feel about what happened in Katrina, and, you know, many of the comics, many of performers are in Las Vegas and New Orleans trying to raise money for what happened there.
I'm a performer. I push the envelope, I work in a very uncontrolled manner onstage. I do a lot of free association, it's spontaneous, I go into character.
I don't know, in view of the situation and the act going where it was going, I don't know, the rage did go all over the place. It went to everybody in the room.
