What a fuckin train wreck.
Don’t know the name? That’s likely. He was Jerry Springer’s angry-looking bald head of security whose television resume consisted entirely of him pulling feuding white trash skanks and ghetto bitches off of one another. Why, he just might have the moxie to be a talk show host!
The show: People write in to him with their problems. Steve invites them to the show and spends the next hour screaming at them about what worthless pieces of shit they are. The End.
God, I hate daytime TV.
Huh. I always kind of liked Steve. He seemed more amiable than angry to me, and you could always catch him chuckling to himself during the show’s more ridiculous moments (I know “more ridiculous” is a fine distinction). He always struck me as a guy who realized how preposterous the whole show was, and kind of went with the flow.
Not that I’ll ever, ever watch his show, but if I ran into him in a bar (and he wasn’t the bouncer), I’d buy him a beer and make him tell me stories about the crazy shit that didn’t make it past the censors.