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.