The other day, while on a trip to the National Liquidation Center to pawn my seriously-ill mother’s wedding ring, an idea came to me...as I walked straight into the pole of a street sign outside the shop - but that's beside the point. Dazed and looking up at the street signs on the corner of Jerry Lewis Way and Dean Martin Drive, it hit me - why doesn't my boss (and my best friend), the one and only, The Gazillionaire of ABSINTHE Las Vegas have a street named after him?

In celebration of National Boss's Day, I'm launching a grassroots campaign urging Clark County, NV to rename one of the city's forgotten cul-de-sacs to Gazillionaire Court. He spends most of his time in court anyway, so turning some dead-end street into a court named after him would be the most beautiful of tributes.

I mean, The Gazillionaire is the best possible boss anyone could ever dream of. He lets me on stage to introduce him during the show every night, and I get to bring him drinks, take his suits to the dry cleaners, and basically be on call 24/7. It’s such a joy that the idea of getting paid as well just doesn’t seem fair.

Clark County, NV...put up that sign!