Feeling the pain of watching Los Doyers cough up a loss to Arizona, I flipped the TV over to a documentary about plastic surgery called Youth Knows No Pain.
About five minutes in I about feel off the couch when a plastic surgery enthusiast named Norman appeared on the screen.
(Now for a little back story)
Last year on some random day I got a random phone call about performing in a pilot for a new stand up comedy series. I thought it was a little odd that someone would be shooting a pilot without having gone through the trouble of booking any talent first.
Going in, I had a hunch that it would be a rather strange evening and I wasn't disappointed. Just a few hours earlier the show without any talent had managed to become overbooked and moments after arriving I was asked to hang out during the taping just in case.
So I fixed myself a dinner of Oreos and pepperoni slices from the craft services table and grabbed a seat in the wings. Over the course of two hours, I received a clinic in how not to produce a show. The whole thing was just a disaster but on the bright side there was a guy in the hired studio audience who provided endless entertainment because he was one giant, bizarre Jack Nicholson caricature. This is pretty much exactly how he looked that night.
Little did I know I was sitting in the presence of the plastic surgery enthusiast I was now watching on the TV. Norman Deesing is his name and the fact that he resembled Jack Nicholson wasn't a coincidence. In the documentary, he confessed to having plastic surgeries in order to look more like Jack. And if that wasn't enough the kook is a school teacher (!) who's now world famous- at least according to his wife/publicist.
Then again, who am I to talk shit? He was the one on HBO tonight and I was the one watching at home.
Good times.
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