When do you give up on a dream? Some of you reading this have goals, how much time do you give them? I’ve been trying to get this comedy thing going for a few years now, and have gotten some nice things, but haven’t worked as hard as I could, and have let some things pass me by.
I bring this up because an opportunity presented itself to me in the form of a strip club dj gig out in Las Vegas. I’ve done it for years here in NY. A fellow dj of mine went there recently, told me of the opportunities; he met one guy who makes 400,000 a year. Not a typo. In cash.
Everything I've ever wanted to achieve in life instantly presented itself to me when I thought of that possibility; every ridiculous fantasy I had about having money and what I would do with it, the fact that it is actually attainable, made me stop and think.
I don’t expect to be making 400,000, but I know I can make at least 50 to 60 grand a year, plus the standard of living out there is about half of NYC. People rent whole houses for 800 a month. I could be set for life out there.
They are also starving for talented DJ’s. At one club, they were training the bar back to dj, because they couldn’t find anybody. Me coming from New York, I would kick ass, I’m that good. Yes, I’m bragging. Plus I would totally focus on it, do any shift I have to, and work it, and eventually rake in the huge cash. I don’t do that here, because I concentrate on stand up.
I never wanted to be a 70 year old DJ, can you imagine, struggling to keep my dentures in, “now coming to the stage, Kiki, these young whippersnappers have so much energy nowadays…”, I’ll probably be the first DJ in a strip club to die of old age, but making 6 figures a year, in cash, I don’t care.
I love comedy, and I was this close to quitting. Then the next day I wrote some great jokes and had a few kick ass sets, so I’m gonna give it some time. Comedy is too strong a drug to give up right now. I think I’m gonna give comedy another 6 years, cause in a weird retarded sort of way, I actually have something to fall back on; Vegas baby! But not now, and hopefully not ever. But hey, not too bad an alternative.
I bring this up because an opportunity presented itself to me in the form of a strip club dj gig out in Las Vegas. I’ve done it for years here in NY. A fellow dj of mine went there recently, told me of the opportunities; he met one guy who makes 400,000 a year. Not a typo. In cash.
Everything I've ever wanted to achieve in life instantly presented itself to me when I thought of that possibility; every ridiculous fantasy I had about having money and what I would do with it, the fact that it is actually attainable, made me stop and think.
I don’t expect to be making 400,000, but I know I can make at least 50 to 60 grand a year, plus the standard of living out there is about half of NYC. People rent whole houses for 800 a month. I could be set for life out there.
They are also starving for talented DJ’s. At one club, they were training the bar back to dj, because they couldn’t find anybody. Me coming from New York, I would kick ass, I’m that good. Yes, I’m bragging. Plus I would totally focus on it, do any shift I have to, and work it, and eventually rake in the huge cash. I don’t do that here, because I concentrate on stand up.
I never wanted to be a 70 year old DJ, can you imagine, struggling to keep my dentures in, “now coming to the stage, Kiki, these young whippersnappers have so much energy nowadays…”, I’ll probably be the first DJ in a strip club to die of old age, but making 6 figures a year, in cash, I don’t care.
I love comedy, and I was this close to quitting. Then the next day I wrote some great jokes and had a few kick ass sets, so I’m gonna give it some time. Comedy is too strong a drug to give up right now. I think I’m gonna give comedy another 6 years, cause in a weird retarded sort of way, I actually have something to fall back on; Vegas baby! But not now, and hopefully not ever. But hey, not too bad an alternative.
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