I'm Not High: (But I've Got a Lot of Crazy Stories About Life as a Goat Boy, a Dad, and a Spir itual Warrior
Jim Breuer
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 1592406661
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A hilarious memoir from comedian Jim Breuer, with inside stories from his career in comedy as well as deeply personal moments from his life.
With his goofy smile, sleepy eyes, and stoner's laugh, Jim Breuer might not appear to be the most introspective comedian out there. The fact that he made his mark playing Goat Boy on Saturday Night Live and a recalcitrant toker in the stoner classic Half Baked likely doesn't help his reputation at all. But in I'm Not High, we meet a whole new Jim Breuer.
Jim dishes on everything from the SNL years to his early adventures in film. The cast of characters includes Chris Farley, Dave Chappelle, and Tracy Morgan-who all taught Jim lasting lessons about the high-stakes game of fame. He also chronicles the role family has played in keeping him honest. Whether he's arguing with his wife about religion, taking care of his kids, or helping his ailing father get through the day with his dignity intact, it's clear that some of Jim's best material comes from his best moments as a son and a dad and a husband.
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getting older and it’s my mission to make it before he passes on. I’m going to show him it was all worth it. That’s why I’m out here, working my ass off.” Gradually the conversation got lighter, but what he said stuck with me my whole career. All I wanted to do for about a decade and a half was meet up with him again so I could tell him what a tremendous influence he was. When I got on TV later on, I kept figuring we’d run into each other. We both worked in Harlem at the same time—me at the
days a week. We had no typewriters, just pens and notebooks. And when we taped in front of a live audience on Saturdays we had no cue cards; you just had to rely on your memory. But I trusted the Browns with everything, because above all else, they stressed unity, and they were fiercely protective of their show. To this day, I wish I still had producers like that. What they lacked in experience they made up for in sheer humanity and effort. They were at the club every minute, and occasionally
sorry,” she said earnestly. “This makes no sense. I don’t know where the maid got the notion that you were checking out. The first people to know that would be us. If you left, we’d let her know. Otherwise, she’s got to believe that you’re still a guest. She knows that. There’s a chart right on her cart that says so. It’s really puzzling.” “I just want to get my writing back,” I said. Soon enough the maid came back holding the missing pages. As she handed them over to me, I noticed that they
stuff was going on, unbeknownst to Dave and me, Leon scored himself a producing deal at Disney/ABC. He then went to them and said, “I have two of the hottest young comedians working now. They’re about to do separate deals, but I can deliver them to you together. Let’s develop a sitcom around both of them.” If ABC bought it, Leon would be making money on both ends of the equation. My gut told me not to leave the Fresh Prince guy and NBC dangling. My agent Ruth was really against Leon’s plan, too.
raging, but I had to make it all the way back to the middle of New Jersey. I had a drink and then I tried to sneak out the door. “Breuer,” Lars called out to me. “Where the hell are you going?” “I’m pretty wiped out,” I said. “Unbelievable,” he moaned. “You’re a complete pussy. Only a pussy goes home at this time.” I nodded to him, as if to say, “You’re right.” There was no sense angering him any further. It was a long time before he’d call me again. I felt like shit about that destroyed