Chris Rock for Vanity Fair [Jan 2013]On his professional low point: “The low point happened about a year after I was off Saturday Night Live. I was a cocky bastard. Even though all evidence said I wasn’t a star, I thought I was. I drove a red Corvette and kept my shades on indoors, just a fucking asshole. Anyway, I had a gig in Chicago where I was the headliner. At every gig there would be some opening act that would try to make noise, but by the time I was offstage people had forgotten. One night in Chicago, as usual I was the headliner, and on this night my opening act was an up-and-coming comic named Martin Lawrence. Now, normally I never used to watch the opening acts, but I was in my dressing room and I heard a roar. I got up to see what was going on. I thought it was a fight or something. So I got up and went to the side of the stage. When I got there I realized it wasn’t a fight, it was people laughing so hard that the building was shaking. People were crying, standing, stomping their feet—screaming laughter. I was terrified. It was like watching somebody fucking your wife with a bigger dick.”