February 17, 2003
All of HH's companions lived for entertainment, entertainment he couldn't provide. He could keep pace with his pals' sparkling repartee and delightful anecdotes. He couldn't get a laugh. Never brought the house down, only bummed everyone out. Managed a wry interjection here and there, but never earned his keep. He couldn't figure why they even wanted a vaguely angry sad sack like himself around. Thought of turning down the Super Bowl party invite, but didn't. HH took an improv comedy class instead. Now HH is a big hit, even without the booze. Friends quote him. He often steals the show.