Darrell Hammond Might've Been High On The Bad Shit Here
Darrell Hammond took me higher with his Sean Connery act on Saturday Night Live, and apparently backstage he was taking himself higher with massive amounts of Lohan powder and whole bottles of Remy. Darrell writes in his autobiography, God, If You're Not Up There, I'm F*cked, that during his SNL days he was a complete stumbling train wreck that couldn't go in front of the cameras unless his mouth crashed into a bottle of cognac. So this is why his Donald Trump impersonation was so perfectly spot-on! This is also why White Oprah just searched "SNL cast member position" on Monster.com
Page Six says that Darrell writes in his memoirs that the fucked up childhood memories that traumatized his brain caused him to find escape in a mountain of coke and at the bottom of a booze bottle. Darrell's desk at work was stocked with Remy and he downed that shit until it "calmed my nerves and quieted the disturbing images that sprang into my head ... when drinking didn’t work, I cut myself.” In the late 90s, Darrell had a mental breakdown at NBC and he had to be wheeled away in a straitjacket to a hospital. When the 2000s began, cocaine started making an appearance during his booze binges and he "had to be creative about how I did it without other people catching on or letting it interfere with the work. At least too much.” One time in 2009, Darrell ended up smoking crack in a Harlem crack house. I can't throw judgmental shade at him for this since I'd probably do the same thing if I had to be Donald Trump for a few minutes every week.
Darrell says he's all cleaned up now thanks to months and months of rehab.
Yeah, I've already seen the public service announcement that says 98.99999% of people who make HAHAHAHAs for a living are knife fighting their demons with broken pieces of crack pipe glass, but this does explain a lot. It finally answers the question, "Why the fuck would you agree to do Agent Cody Banks?"