Birthday: Oct. 8, 1958.
Birthplace: Tampa, Fla.
Current home: Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan. It’s a great multiethnic neighborhood with lots of great music, clubs and food.
Marital status: Single.
Occupation: Mercenary. I’m just trying to survive. I’ve learned how to do stand-up, impressions, whatever it takes to make a living.
Working on: Some new impressions for “Saturday Night Live:” Dan Rather, Marv Albert, Gene Hackman and Dennis Franz. I’m also in “The Blues Brothers 2000,” which comes out in the fall.
Worst job: Hauling refrigerators up and down stairs for minimum wage. It was after I crapped out in New York the first time I tried to make it in show business. I didn’t have a life or a career or money.
I stay home to watch: I tape Dan Rather, “NYPD Blue” and Letterman. I collect Ted Koppel tapes to stay on top of his programs, but the one I really have to watch is President Clinton. I couldn’t get a handle on him until I realized he was doing JFK, who was doing his father, Joseph, who was doing FDR. Everyone does FDR.
Favorite childhood memory: Hitting a line drive home run in a Little League game. I can still smell the gum and cigar smoke and the grass and the clay and hear the music. I think about it all the time.
The one thing that makes me crazy: Impotent rage.
If I could change one thing about myself: I’d be handsomer. I always wanted to look like the Soloflex model.
My most irrational act: Quitting baseball in college when I couldn’t make the starting lineup. I was so depressed, I was seriously suicidal. I used to go to the Museum of Broadcasting and watch Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. It made me believe maybe there was a place for me in the world, even if I couldn’t be an athlete.
Major accomplishment: Returning to New York 10 years after I had been there the first time and failed and this time I scored. I took another swing at it, got into the clubs, did three “Letterman” shows and got the dream job: “SNL.”
The three words that best describe me: Resilient, quiet and foolish.
