1. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?
DW: Fuck. There’s so many. I guess the best story I have is working at Tower Video. Remember when video tapes existed? I worked at Tower Video when I first moved out to Los Angeles from Baltimore. It was cool, because growing up in the suburbs of Baltimore, I wasn’t really surrounded by independent movies and stuff like that, so I got to learn about lots of new movies. One day this guy came in asking for a movie that I’d never heard of, so I was excited to look it up. We didn’t have it, so I asked what actors were in it, and he named three or four actors, none of them I had ever heard of except for one, which was Sidney Poitier. So I was typing in Sidney Poitier’s name into the computer, but I kept spelling it wrong. So I was like, “How do you spell his last name?” and he spells it for me. Unfortunately we didn’t have the movie, and he said, “Thank you, young man,” and he left. And my boss came up to me and said, “Why the fuck did you just have Sidney Poitier spelling you his own name?” Maybe that’s not a worst job.
Probably the worst job was working as a busboy at a French restaurant. I don’t know how to speak French. I’d be bussing tables, pouring water for these kindly French women. They’d go, “Bonjour! Merci!” and I’d go, “Hey, how you doing? I’m from Baltimore.” I later found out when I ran into someone that worked there that they used to call me Turtle. I was like, “Because I stopped working there to be an actor, like that tool from Entourage?” “No, because you were so fucking slow!”
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