Sinbad's Guide to Life: Because I Know Everything - Hardcover

Sinbad; Ritz, David

 
9780553103731: Sinbad's Guide to Life: Because I Know Everything
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0553103733 ISBN 13: 9780553103731
Verlag: Bantam Dell Pub Group, 1997

Inhaltsangabe

Takes a humorous look at being the son of a clergyman, heroes, parental discipline, growing up poor, the differences between men and women, marriage, parenthood, fashion, and other aspects of everyday life

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rah Winfrey, on her TV show, has called me "the funniest man on the planet." That was kind of embarrassing--but if Oprah wants to think I'm funny, who am I to argue?



My mother says I'm brilliant. Well, I am her son, so she might not be objective--but since she knows me better than anyone, it must be true.



Don't ask me. All I can say for sure is that I'm a 6'5" black comedian with red hair and a high butt who has walked a mile in every man's shoes. What I mean is, I've lived large and fallen hard--lost every job I've ever had, messed up everybody I've ever dated, been kicked out of every institution I've ever been in, including marriage--and I've survived. That's how I know everything. Why, you could steal five or six books and not find as much help as I will give you.



Don't act like you don't need my help.



I know your life is jacked up--hanging around the bookstore, all by yourse

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I know what you're thinking: Who does he think he is--"the only man who could ever teach you"?  Well, it's from a song: "The only one who could ever teach me was the son of a preacher man..."

Now, I am the son of a preacher man, and that was supposed to be the title. But it's too long.  The publisher broke down the economics of it for me: The cost of ink and printing, it adds up--four extra words can add up to $4 billion.  So I had to shorten it up.

Do me a favor now: Look at the cover of this book.  What's different? Yeah, that's right--it isn't O.J.!  There's a black man on the cover of this book who isn't O.J.!  This is the first book like that in years--it took the publishers a little while to buy another brother--and you've got it in your hands. I'm proud of you!

All right now--on to the book!  I know you're wondering, "What kind of crazy stuff is Sinbad talking about now?  What could Sinbad possibly write about that would help me?  Well, the fact is, Mr. or Miss Know-Everything, this book can set you straight in life.  How do I know?  Because I do know everything. And it hurts my head sometimes to carry it all around.  In fact, that's the real reason I wanted to write this book, so that I could get a lot of the old information about life that I know down on paper, so that I could forget some of that stuff and make room in my head for all the vital new information that's out there, like on-line E-mail addresses, URLs, and other cool cyberspace stuff.  Because that is the future: We aren't going to live in the real world, we're going to live on-line.  I've got to get ready for that.

Don't let the idea of my "guide to life" make you think that I'm laying some heavy reading trip on you.  I realize the last book you probably read straight through was the instruction book to your VCR and I'm sure the clock on it is still flashing 12:00, so I have tried to make it easy reading for you.  I've kept the chapters short so you can take breaks, go to the bathroom, have a life, and be with your family.  In fact, this book is best read during bathroom sessions, so you can come to it in complete silence and with total concentration.  Don't act like you don't know what I mean.  You do read in the bathroom.  We've all been there.

And don't confuse this book with those "self-improvement" books they sell on those crazy late-night TV infomercials that tell you how to set fire to your abs or clean everything with one product that you can also brush your teeth with--I don't think so.

Also, do not look for this book to feed your addiction to daytime TV talk shows.  Nobody's going to break down and cry in here and there are no ugly, family screaming matches.  Well, my brother did hit me because I stole his Jaz drive while I was writing the book but that was just some latent childhood stuff coming out.

What I'm saying is, it's okay to have fun with the book.  These are serious times, so I realize some of you feel you need special permission to have fun. But be advised that while you're laughing, I do expect you to be paying attention.  Because I'm not playing with you here, boys and girls.  All this stuff is true (well, most of it...a lot of it...some of it).

Don't let the fact that I graduated from the Barbizon School of Modeling throw you off either.  Although I look like a model, I have substance.  And by the way, it was between me and that model--that Tyson guy--for those Polo ads.  I didn't get it because my butt was too high.

But, hey, I'm not writing this book to hold myself up as a role model.  I just feel it is my burden here to share some of life's lessons with you.  Plus I called the psychic hotline and she told me I would write a book.  I wanted her to be right because I spent almost $100.

What makes me so qualified to share my guide to life?  Well, let's see now...

* I dropped out of college.

* I was booted out of the Air Force.

* I'm divorced.

* I've been broke most of my life (even before I was divorced).

* I've been fired from every single job I've ever held except as a comic, where I've managed to make a name for myself.  I know, I haven't yet made a last name for myself, but I've made a lasting name out of the one I've got.  Of course, now that I think of it, by today's key measuring standards of comedy stardom...

* I've got no TV series (and the only one I did have barely made it through one season).

* I am not in recovery (but I do know where the Betty Ford Clinic is).

* I am not dating someone half my age, of either sex (yet).

* I never did time (that anyone knows about).

* I work clean--no swearing, or sexy-clothes-wearing (because I can't fit into those tight pants).

* I've never been naked in a hot tub (at least there's no pictures of it).

* I've never killed an alien in a movie--though I did annoy Arnold Schwarzenegger a lot.


I know you're thinking, what do I have to teach you?  After all, most of those self-help books are written by people who are members of Mensa.  I could have joined but I didn't have the application fee.  It's not just about being smart--it's about having a valid credit card.  Do you want a book by one of those Mensa dudes or dudettes whose life has been one big breeze or by somebody like me who's been riding the twisters life throws at most of us?

Let's say you want to know about money.  Do you think anything some billionaire will tell you in a book is going to help your situation, unless he tells you which dark street he walks down so you can jack him up?  No, you want to hear from somebody like me whose checks have had some mighty bounces--I'm talking Michael Jordan verticals--but who still survived and never got arrested.

If you want tips on how to lead a dull, stable life and wear the right clothes for success, you can look somewhere else.  Me, I believe you'll learn more worthwhile lessons from the man who couldn't hang on to a job, a woman, or a residence for any decent length of time ever.  Someone who went from goofy kid to brain-damaged adult and is still smiling.  Someone who's had his electricity turned off many times but has never been in the dark for long.

But, don't be looking for these pages to be a celebrity tellall.  I promised myself I wouldn't turn this book into a namedropping, hair-salon-level gossip fess, spilling all the dirt I've got on my Hollywood, music, and sports star friends.  (I also knew Shirley MacLaine in a past life--she was a black runaway slave and I helped her north to freedom.)

That's all in my next book.  I'm holding out for the big bucks for that one. Then I'm telling everything.

Besides, I don't want to bore you with all those stories about me jamming with the Beatles (it was me who first told Yoko to just shut up); about teaching Dennis Rodman that rebounding is not enough--the hair is the thing; about how I sucker-punched George Foreman (he still doesn't know it was me); about my dives with Jacques Cousteau (he says the shark is our friend, but I saw one tear his butt up one time--he's still paying me not to release that footage of the shark that was not his friend); and teaching Baryshnikov how to pull the tights out of his butt without the...

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Verlag
Bantam Dell Pub Group
Erscheinungsdatum
1997
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553103733
ISBN 13 
9780553103731
Einband
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Anzahl der Seiten
182
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