Has anyone been here before?
It's like there is two roads: One is a highway, fringed with palms. You drive your Cadillac to the beach, there's wine, women, excess - 'success'...The other is a dusty long forgotten track and if your really lucky you'll have some old grey nag to drag your sorry carcass round the potholes toward some distant vision...
So my old show worked - it was generic, it had all the lines the formula - but it worked. I could eat, drink, travel and generally live it up. Struggling to find ways to spend the cash...but I was a hack.
The day I debuted my new show I met a young American backpacker with a handful of juggling tricks under his belt, "I'm gonna go to that festival with a notepad. I'm gonna watch all the best acts, take the best of their lines, mix 'em all up and make a show" I was never that blatant. It's just a place I found myself. It's so suductive. Sometime's I wish I didn't have a conscience.
So my new show is onto it's third day. I think I've become the joke of Wellington. That crazy Aussie who is "really not that funny"...but I'm determined and really quite stubborn. Even if it means I have to eat two minute noodles, leave the internet cafe early in case I dip into the money I saved for my bus fare.
I don't really know why I wrote this, I think it's to hear of similar experiences you guys might have had. I thaught it might ring a bell with some people. Perhaps if I could have read this four years ago...I don't wan't to go back to my old job - selling old jokes to your kids...
Julz
Down and out in Wellington, New Zealand
It's like there is two roads: One is a highway, fringed with palms. You drive your Cadillac to the beach, there's wine, women, excess - 'success'...The other is a dusty long forgotten track and if your really lucky you'll have some old grey nag to drag your sorry carcass round the potholes toward some distant vision...
So my old show worked - it was generic, it had all the lines the formula - but it worked. I could eat, drink, travel and generally live it up. Struggling to find ways to spend the cash...but I was a hack.
The day I debuted my new show I met a young American backpacker with a handful of juggling tricks under his belt, "I'm gonna go to that festival with a notepad. I'm gonna watch all the best acts, take the best of their lines, mix 'em all up and make a show" I was never that blatant. It's just a place I found myself. It's so suductive. Sometime's I wish I didn't have a conscience.
So my new show is onto it's third day. I think I've become the joke of Wellington. That crazy Aussie who is "really not that funny"...but I'm determined and really quite stubborn. Even if it means I have to eat two minute noodles, leave the internet cafe early in case I dip into the money I saved for my bus fare.
I don't really know why I wrote this, I think it's to hear of similar experiences you guys might have had. I thaught it might ring a bell with some people. Perhaps if I could have read this four years ago...I don't wan't to go back to my old job - selling old jokes to your kids...
Julz
Down and out in Wellington, New Zealand

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