Fate has a twisted sense of humor.
As many of you know, I’m still looking for a “real” job. Sure, I write a weekly column for the City Paper, host trivia nights at bars around town, and appear in a few improv acts to make ends meet, but I still haven’t found that 9-5 (or 10-3 if that’s cool with you, future boss of mine) that floats my boat. And it looks like it ain’t gonna be in this one-horse town anyway, but that’s another story.
Late last week I was asked to be in a musical written by a couple of my improv buddies (so you KNOW it’s gonna be funny) and their friend. It’s called HOBO: A Fight for Survival. Seems they couldn’t think of a better person to play Marvin, the former president of a major company who now lives on the streets, than me - a former “suit” who doesn’t have a job, and isn’t above picking up change on the streets.
So, that said - if you’re in the Charleston area, come see our show. It’s pretty frickin’ funny, and I get a cut of the door.
Speaking of cutting, If you can’t make it, tell a friend to attend, or so help me, I will cut you! It’s just some extra change, man…what? you think you’re better than me?!
oh…sorry…got too into character there…
Hope to see you there!