the story of my, um, success

A friend told me today that my website makes it sound like my entire life has been a straight-shot to success.

Hahahahaha.

I suppose I neglected to blog about my failed company (1999-2003, RIP) breaking me as a person, being sick in Virginia with no health insurance, selling everything I owned to crazy old ladies, moving to New York with $400 in a beat-up car, moving into an room-for-rent in Harlem in a railroad apartment outside of which a sea of unemployed people drank on the stoop all day and many drugs were consumed by persons other than me, getting my car stolen and still having to make payments on it, getting the job I moved to the city for and then losing it, dating my roommate and then breaking up (excruciatingly) a year later and having to move, having my parents refuse to cosign on a new apartment, having another year of run-ins with men of poor character, and then ... finally ... this thing called comedy started to work out. And it turns out the internet marketing skills left over from running my company were also kind of useful. And a gay man bought my eggs.

And that's it. Now I have a job where I tutor well-to-do students in their homes, which tends to remind me that even though I am happy with my life, some sixteen year olds, after asking me what I got on my SATs, like to peer condescendingly at me and ask "Have you ever considered other professions?"

Yes, yes, I should have gone into investment banking! Then I would have a MUCH more interesting blog.