I Had a Dream. Dave Chappelle Was In It.
So was my dad and Pete Davidson.
Gunfire was echoing in the distance as the crowd hit the pavement. Dave Chappelle pushed Pete Davidson behind some barrels for cover, and I ran through the chaos to join them. I had something to tell them. The sky darkened with stormy clouds as a monstrous beast rose before us — part ghost, part demon. Its eyes and mouth burned fiery red, and its guttural roars pushed us back. As I thought it would devour us, I cried, “PEACE, BE STILL!” Then, I woke up and grabbed my pen.
My tagline in comedy is: I DON’T KILL. I RESURRECT.
Enough with the comedy that’s mean or crude. Where’s the fun and lightheartedness of Steve Martin, Martin Short, Sinbad, and old-school Cosby? I’m bringing that back.
I say with tongue-in-cheek that I’m Comedy’s Savior — OG Ryan King! Partly because I used to be a minister, partly because I’ve literally died and come back to life (three times!), but also because I’m a massive fan of the greatest comedian of all time: Jesus.
Think about it: In that fish story with the disciples, they hadn’t caught anything all day. What did Jesus say? “Did you guys try throwing the net on the other side of the boat?” And how did he teach us to pray? Like that annoying neighbor who bangs on your door at midnight for…
