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Dave Chappelle Is Back (This Time We’re 100% Sure It’s Maybe Totally for Real)


Just barbecue hangouts with Dave Chappelle.
Yeah, and bring your own meat. I just like seeing people, man. I just like meeting people. I like finding out new walks of life and new ideas. Sometimes I just like not doing shit and not being shit. Like, it doesn’t all have to be so serious with me. I can revert back to my adolescence in an instant. I get on those video games.

Are you happy?
Right now in L.A. with the sun shining on me? Talking about GQ Men of the Year? Yeah! I’m happy. It’s a good day. It’s a very good day. You know, I have angst in my life, but I’m like anybody. We all have angst in our lives that we pick up and fidget with and then we put down and look at some other things that make us feel good or enjoy our lives. Today I’m happy, yeah. Some days I am not happy, but I’m not necessarily sad. What I’m trying to say is that if anything like Robin Williams ever happened to me, suspect foul play.*

Richard Pryor’s wife said that before Richard died, he said that he passed you the torch.

How do you think Richard would feel about Dave Chappelle’s career up until this point?
Now, I didn’t know Richard that well, and I wouldn’t know how he feels. I won’t pretend. But I know that if I had a torch and I passed it to somebody, I’d want to make sure that they ran it a longer leg than I could. Like, “Godspeed, young man. Don’t trip and don’t burn yourself. Just keep it moving. Make sure it doesn’t touch the ground. And, you know, just roll with it.”

Was Radio City the end of something or the beginning of something?
Wow, that’s a really good question. Every ending is a beginning, and vice versa. So I guess it has the connotation of a sunset, because of the bucket-list analogy. There was something very definitive about it. In other words, for me to leave this show the way I did and then to sell, like, 60,000 tickets in New York City is a pretty big deal. And what was crazy was that if the venue were available longer, we could have kept going. So if it was the end of something, it would definitively be the end of any doubt that there was something real between me and the audience of people. ‘Cause you do doubt that, especially if you’re, you know, sequestered. I’ll say it like this: There’s still some shit on the list. I still got some shit on my bucket list.

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