It takes work to be the world’s worst assistant.
It requires the same nerve and dedication as writing a book and asking your boss, a comedic icon and celebrated writer, to write the foreword and then following it up with drivel.
If you bought this book specifically for the foreword, I don’t blame you. I realize what a mistake it was to ask someone who was two-time president of the Harvard Lampoon, a writer on Saturday Night Live, a writer on The Simpsons, and a four-time Emmy winner to write the lead-in to this book. I have done none of those things, but the good news is I get paid for this book and he doesn’t. So I win.
I take pride in knowing that my book has already peaked.