A seemingly overnight success with his own TV series, "Titus", Christopher at age 35 struggled to reach that peak. His series is based on his life. His father was a womanizing beer guzzling salesman. Living with his father, he endured a series of stepmothers until, at age 12, he decided to run away from home. He moved into a garage with his biological mother, a classically trained pianist. She spent much of her time in mental institutions before finally committing suicide. From these situations he developed what Titus calls therapeutic stand-up comedy. Like his TV show character, he enjoys customizing cars and currently has four.
His father, Ken, was married three times and lived with two other women during Christophers early years.
His mother, Juanita, killed an abusive second husband in 1986 over a Thanksgiving dinner argument. She shot herself in 1994.
(25 August 2001) Welcomed first child, daughter Kennie Marie. The baby weighed 7 1/2lbs and was named after Chriss father.
His TV series "Titus" was loosely based upon his own real life.
Welcomed second child, son Jett Evan, on 8 May 2004.
In an interview (featured on the 6-disc DVD release of "Titus" s first two seasons), he states that he preferred the cancellation of "Titus" because it pushed the envelope and not because it wasnt funny.
Some of the things mentioned on the sitcom "Titus" about him are actually true. He has a sister (named Shannon) and he fell into a bonfire when he was a teenager.
Is the oldest of three children - younger siblings Shannon and Dave.
My mom was a manic depressive schizophrenic who, after a year in prison,went home and shot herself. My sister, Kirsten, an amazing poet, who,was raised by this woman, and was dating a guy who broke up with her,for the fourth time in three weeks. And one day, she came to his house,got a gun, and blew her brains out all over his headboard. I just went,through a divorce, five years in court and cost me $2 million dollars.
But instead, I choose to be an antidepressant. And you can take me with,alcohol.
I think when you sit alone with your brain too much, your own brain,starts to rebel against you.
Never got sick. . . that I can remember.
Many massacres have happened when people yell surprise! Pearl Harbor.
Growing up, road trips with Dad were something I hated. Sitting still,for hours, singing that stupid song, 100 bottles of beer on the wall.
100 bottles of beer. . . Dad, you know, keeping up with the song.
And one more thing I want to be clear about- I know who I am. I am just,a very thin layer of charming with some funny sprinkles wrapped around,a huge creamy center of raging arrogant a-hole. I got it.
Screwed-up people settle fights through violence. Screwed-up people,start wars that could kill millions. Normal people settle fights,through cookies, cakes, and pies. Normal people are fat.
My first car was a 1977 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Ugly car. More ugly on this,car than a Rolling Stones group photo.
Passion, manners, and 80 ounces of beer will win the heart of any woman.
Sometimes failure makes your future because you set the past on fire.
A salamander can grow a new tail in three weeks. My dad can score new,tail in three minutes.
The normal make a living. The deranged make history.
I am a patriot, and I protest speed limits by exceeding them.
Abortion is an atrocity. Those who practice or praise it are either damn,idiots, misguided fools, or treacherous devils.
I bet a guy at a bar 50 bucks that I was more dysfunctional than he was.
Normal people, who grow up with compassion, never amount to anything.
Or, putting glue on the dots for the guy who glues dots on the highway.
We kinda hated sitcoms when we sat down and talked about this. We wanted,to do something that was in the sitcom vain but totally different.
Osama Bin Laden is dead? Oh my God, that was so easy! And it only took,two trillion dollars, two wars and too many good men.
Japan is the perfect example of make plans, and watch God laugh.
The most powerful person in your life is the one that knows all your,secrets and all your lies.
For me, the greatest hurdle to success has always been failure.
My father was on the Alcoholics Anonymous wishlist. My mother was on. . .
parole. And lithium.
Jealousy - the Auschwitz of emotions.
I have a dream! Because I have lived a nightmare.
Socrates said, the unexamined life is not worth living. My dad said,Booty - mmm mmm.
Step up or step aside.
And you get shot in the leg. Just to prove my point.
My mom shot and killed her last husband. Yeah, my dad used to say Hey,dodged that bullet. Ha ha.
And me having kids, with my family history? My mom: mentally ill, shot,and killed her last husband. My father: six ex-wives, four heart,attacks. Both of my parents think alcohol is a food group.
I love being from a screwed up family. We have everything in my family:,prescription drug abuse, mental illness, one of my uncles is a Mormon.
In my family, goodness is just badness before its had something to,drink.
My mom had this innate ability. Whatever town my mother moved to, the,second she walked into town, she would instantly attract the alpha,loser of that town. This guy was not a good guy. This guy was half O. J.
Simpson and half O. J. Simpson. Scott Peterson sprinkles on the top, a,side of Robert Blake. You know, not a good guy.
They had a big court battle over who got to keep me. Mom won; she made,me live with Dad.
I had a real job at fourteen years old. At seventeen, I was on my own.
I have a dream. With that one sentence, Martin Luther King touched and,empowered an entire nation. You know what else he did? He made,everybody else without dreams feel real bad.
