Jack Kukoda

Okay, it’s time I finally came clean. The rumors have been swirling for weeks now so I might as go on the record as saying it: Yes, Jackée and I are dating. Whew. That feels better. I know it’s a cliche, but I really feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

These past few weeks have been really hectic, what with all the photographers camped outside my apartment, trying to get a shot of me and Jackée leaving together. One time Jackée had to climb down the fire escape on the other side of the building just to avoid being photographed! Unfortunately, one of my neighbors mistook her for a burglar and called the police. She tried to explain the situation by telling them she was the Jackée Harry, but the police just acted like they had no idea what she was talking about.

I guess this is the price people like Jackée and I have to pay if we want to be together. Sure, we’re happy to get the publicity when we’re promoting a 227 DVD or introducing our own line of cologne(Eau de Kukoda drops Sept. 10!), but when we just want to be alone, all the attention can feel like too much. Sometimes Jackée and I just want to have a quiet dinner at the restaurant around the corner without be hassled by paparazzi and autograph hounds. Unfortunately, that’s unlikely to happen anytime soon the way Jackée’s star keeps rising.

Occasionally, Jackée and I talk about retiring from showbiz for good, and maybe just buying a farm somewhere upstate where we can raise pygmy goats and start a family. But that’s just a pipe dream. As much as we knock it, we both live for performing. Be it on the commentary track on a 227 DVD or for a handful of drunks at a bar in the East Village, we can’t escape the allure of that spotlight.

Anyway, I just hope the public will respect our privacy and leave me and Jackée alone to build our relationship on trust, understanding, and royalty checks from the syndication and DVD sales of 227.