There are a great many disturbingly (yet at the same time, awesomely) true tales involving CK. If it wouldn’t be so grossly illegal to present these acts to a paying audience, I’d suggest making a musical of his life.

The West End and Broadway would both shut down, either from realising nothing they ever show again will top it or, more likely, from shame.
We would then move onto Las Vegas, but get thrown out of town for drunken disorderly behaviour a week before the opening show.