If I actually do get on a regular improv team, capital i if, it'll be a cursed blessing. I'll have to try and convince my job that I must be in charge of scheduling my work hours. Of course in this economy of "who's your daddy" employers mindset, getting kicked to the curb is a large possiblity. The Russian mob is looking better and better. My own hours, good earnings, and all the free vodka and cute russian poon tang I can stomach. What's the downside again? Right - high probabilty of getting peanut butter packed in the joint. Unless it could be arranged Goodfellas prison style, and then I could definitely jail.

I'll find someway of squeaking by. I'll roll drunk tourists if I have to. Plenty of targets in my hood. I'll focus my energies on grifting NYU kids sucking off their daddy's tip. They throw money around to make themselves look cool anyway. I'm just redirecting the pitch. You think I can justify anything I do? You should get into a relationship with me. I'm amazing.