things I like about my life

Eating steamed bao and drinking a greyhound at 2:30 on a wednesday afternoon.


After every one of my performances, we have a talkback where we take questions from the audience. Questions which always, always, always include the time-tested favorite, 'how did you memorize all those words?'

Magic, kids. Magic and cocaine. Which IS magic.

But a day or two ago we got the smartass "how much do you guys make?" scoffy-question.

I remember being younger and not understanding AT ALL why that was such a private question. Now I understand, but I'm not sure I could explain it. So maybe I just FEEL it. But I can't say I understand the feeling.

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