Salvatore Sanderson isn't my actual name, although Salvatore is my middle name, and Sanderson is the street I grew up on, if you haven't realized by now, that's what my porn name would be, if I decided to disappoint my family even more than I already have, and join the adult film industry.

Anyway, Salvatore the name itself, holds deep meaning to me. Salvatore is the name of my late Grandfather aka my Papa Sal, and Salvatore was suppose to be my actual name. However, my Papa Sal wouldn't let my dad name me after him because he was afraid I would turn out too ugly. It didn't work either way I'm still ugly, and as you may expect my Papa Sal was a comic in his own right, and as you may also expect he had anguish within himself, even though he was an absolute stud with a 6-pack, he held himself often in low-regard, but, nonetheless, was always ready and confident in his joke telling ability.

Every time, we would see him, he would tell us one of his classic jokes, no matter how many times we heard them, they always made us laugh. His deep Italian ancestry, combined with his over the top verbosity as a red-blooded Italian man combined with the softness, he would often carry with his joke telling ability made him to me, the funniest man of all-time.

And, I'm not alone, and although, he never did an open mic or performed on comedy event, he performed to crowds of people, often at family gatherings, or randomly at a friends party, someone would always graciously call him up front, and center, with or without a mic, and he would light up the room, like nobody else.

He truly missed his calling, and there's no single person more responsible for my courage to jump on stage then my Papa Sal, and I plan represent him and become the best comic I can be, knowing I have a silver of him within me.