what actually happens to my physical remains is of zero interest to me. i don t want anybody seeing my body. i don t want anybody i don t want a party. reported dead. unless they can provide entertainment value in a perverse or subversive way. i mean, if you could throw me into a wood chirp, spray me into har rod s in the middle of the rush hour, that would be pretty epic. i wouldn t being mind being remembered in that way. one, two, three four five six with the radio on i m in love with massachusetts and the neon when it s cold outside and the highway when it s late at night with the radio on what the [ muted ] am i doing here? i shall explain. one minute i was standing next though a deep fryer. the next, i was watching the sunset over the sahara. i realize that one thing led directly to the other. had i not taken a dead-end dish washing job, i would not have become a cook. had i not become a cook, i would never have become a chef. had i not bec
alive for christ sake, i was still around. i don t cook at home. i just i m too i would love to tell you, you know, i go home and cook fabulous snackies for my wife. i would be lying if i told you that. it s more like honey, call out for chinese. there are, it turns out, a million ways to say suck my blch and like all great performances it s about timing, tone and delivery. like cooking. thanks. [ applause ] you know, all the tv chefs are so cuddly and adorable. maybe i m the anti-or something. you know, i don t know. for me it happened overnight. i mean, one minute i was a cook at restaurant and not a particularly great one. and the next i was an author and was literally overnight. fell in my lap.