RON NEEDHAM

Grew up in South Boston's Old Colony projects. Then: Army infantry, five kids, and thirty years of Fortune 500 hostage tape. Retired? Fired? Tomato, to-mah-to.

I had front-row seats to legal corporate crime: layoffs treated like seasonal lawn care, HR preaching "we're a family" with the warmth of a mob hitman, executives suffering a shared Gulfstream to Aspen while we lost our 401(k) match.

I took notes for later. It's later.

Trained at The Comedy Studio. My first stand-up check was twelve cents. Still better than a desk job.

Welcome to The Last American Dream. I'm Ron Needham

Dignity isn’t expensive. It just costs you everything you thought mattered.

If that lands somewhere between a laugh and a mild panic attack, you’re in the right place. Welcome to The Last American Dream. Pull up a chair.