 All right. Let's wrap this thing up here. Career advice, dear, Bilexy of Burr. Oh, that's a great one and accurate. I've been a high school teacher for the past seven years. But my dream has always to become a professional writer. Oh, that's awesome. You know, dude, that would be a great life. You molded some young minds and then you became a professional writer. So far, he said, so far, I don't have a teaching job for the upcoming school year. I'm considering no longer having my own classes and instead becoming substitute teacher for the school year. This would give me more time to write and submit my work to literary agents and hopefully get a big publishing deal. I've had some success so far with writing a published short story and a nomination for a literary prize. Dude, what the fuck are you waiting for? How many more signs of land do you need? This is like Columbus when he fucking sailed over and he saw some tree branches and a couple of birds. You're going to get there. The problem is that my wife and I still have a lot of student debt that we're repaying and substitute teaching does teaching doesn't pay nearly as much as being a regular classroom teacher. I've put off my dream of becoming a writer for years. And I think now may be the time to metaphorically push in all my chips. I might lose, but I might win. No, dude, there's no way there's no way you lose when you go after a dream. You don't. It always leads to something better. Always. All right, dude, fucking substitute teacher, teach and be a fucking uber driver. All right. And you know, eat at home more starving artist. I slept on a futon until I was 36. I don't fucking regret any of it. I told you that story a zillion times in this podcast. I was dating this, this woman and I said, I had a spot. I had to go do it. It paid $8 at the comic strip during the week Tuesday night. I went down there and I came back. I tried on a new bit and I was doing this. And afterwards I was at home in my apartment and I was doing this silly dance in the kitchen because I had a new bit and I was psyched because I had gone through this period where I wasn't coming up with any new material and she was laughing and then she got a sad look on her face and I said, what's the matter? And she said, I wish I had a job where I only got paid $8 yet I came home and I did a silly dance in the kitchen. And I never forgot that dude. So that, you know what I mean? You're going to have to suffer a little bit, but substitute, teach uber. Dude, you got a short story published and you got a nomination for a literary prize. Come on, man, you know what you're supposed to do. I don't have to go through the rest of this fucking thing. He goes, my, all right, I'll get to the whole thing. He said, you know, part of me fights against the dream and insists that I have to do the responsible thing and keep teaching. Fuck all of that. Fuck all of the responsible thing to do is to listen to your heart. My question for you either in your, either in your career when you were trying to build an audience and make it as a standup comedian, did you struggle with the financial strain of chasing your dream? Did you ever have to choose between a good paying job or doing standup? How hard, how hard was it to work at a shitty job just so you could chase your dream? Did you ever think that maybe you were wasting your time? Any advice or current? I think I answered all of those. It wasn't hard to work at the shitty job because I was always thinking about the exciting job I was going to do afterwards. And every night that I just went up on stage and if it just went moderately okay, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe, I have to be honest with you, like I couldn't fucking believe that I was actually doing it, that I was actually, I had a dream and I was making it happen. And I still remember the first time I really went on stage and I actually got in the zone for what was considered a zone at the level comic I was and I only was in the zone for about eight seconds. I was at Nick's Comedy Stop in Framingham on Route 9. It doesn't even exist anymore. And I just got on this roll of laughter that I was actually able to pause and fucking be in the moment and enjoy it rather than be like, Oh my God, what's my next joke? What's my next joke? And that fucking feeling can carry you through a fucking shitty job for a week chasing to get back on stage to feel that again. And then the first time I got $5 for gas money, Freddie Stone, I've told all these stories, Freddie Stone, the excitable boy is what he went by. I did a room for him and he gave me $5 gas money. I probably spent 10 to get there and I couldn't fucking believe it. And I was like, I did that and they gave me this. I couldn't fucking believe it. At what point just listen to the sound of my voice as I'm talking about this. Have you ever had that level of excitement doing any other fucking job? That's what it's like when you go after a dream job. So nothing, nothing is worse than not going after it. Okay. And doing the responsible thing and all of that type of shit. And then you sit in your house with all your responsible stuff. Fuck all of that is financially I did not do the responsible thing. And yeah, I told I've said all these stories. I fucking used to eat spaghetti every fucking night with a can of fucking prego and then a bunch of bread and I would just fill myself up on that. Or I go to Denny's and I get the five stack of pancakes and just pour it in my stomach like concrete. So I wouldn't have to eat the whole fucking day and do stand up in some cafeteria at some fucking college and quitting never entered my mind. I just kept trying to get better at it because as bad as some of those gigs were, the the great ones were way better. So you'll have all of these stories just in a literary way. So with without a doubt, you have to fucking do it. And I can tell you right now, man, like with what you what you've already accomplished, like to me, I would be thinking like, I'm gonna I can affect way more people and make way more fucking money and live a fucking dream being a professional writer. I mean, that'd be unbelievable, be unbelievable. So not to say that's anything wrong with teaching, but if teaching isn't your dream, that's just the job you're doing. So I'm not shitting on teachers out there. It's one of the most underrated jobs and of course, most underpaid jobs ever. But I'm just trying to amp you up here. So go out and fucking do it and email me when you get published because I think you're gonna I don't think you you know, look, if you're a bunch up again, bunch of other shit writers, and you won one thing, but you got two things going on here. All right, give me a fucking break. All right, you just need to push yourself out of the fucking bush, not the bush, the nest, the bush. That was oddly gross.