I Don't Believe Any of This Shit

When I was three, I felt at first when I was three years old, I was in my grandmother's bathroom. My grandparents in Salt Lake City, they owned an apartment house and they sponsored people to come over from Auschwitz. And the apartment house was filled with survivors. And that's how I started comedy too, because my grandma had a window sill. We had Shabbat dinner on Friday night and I would do my Shirley Temple Act. They told me I was better than Shirley Temple. And they told me I'm cuter than Shirley temple. Maybe they weren't lying. No, they were lying. It makes me super uncomfortable because she does end up crying in the middle of