As a chubby kid with Molly Ringwald hair and a bad fake ID, I spent my childhood days loading bags of fertilizer into trucks, bussing dishes, selling records, and cleaning pools. When I worked as a cabana boy, I was propositioned by an Upper West Side housewife, which is, like, the Gold Effie of the cabana boy biz.

Later, I went to a small Catholic college in the Bronx where I mostly learned I'm super not Catholic.


Two semesters later, I took my talents to South Beach to attend the University of Miami where I learned advertising is a job you can have.

When I'm not doing that job, you can find me writing and directing comedy, studying sketch & improv at The Magnet Theater, and hate-watching the Knicks and Miami Hurricanes.

Find me at 72andSunny in New York. Reach me at