I have successfully avoided real work for most of my adult life. I’ve actually been a writer since fourth grade, when my mom read my first story and said, “You should be a writer.”
Instead, I did standup comedy, travelling the Midwest during the standup ‘boom years,’ and also appearing regularly at the Comedy Store in Hollywood.
(I’ve also performed on a frozen lake for the opening of ice-fishing season, at a synagogue for Purim, and at the Oxnard Strawberry Festival. Surprisingly, none of those gigs led to an HBO special.)
I live in Minneapolis now, and I’ve decided Mom was probably right. Not for nothing, I make a killer meatloaf.