I was the guy working restaurants doing table magic for six hours a night making only $75. On a busy night, I could make an additional $20 in tips.
I would usually take all the low paying gigs that nobody wanted because I needed the $150 to keep my lights turned on.
I remember pulling up to a gig in my piece of a crap car then deciding to self-park instead of using the valet because I was embarrassed by my rusty ride.
One of the most humiliating moments of my career was running into an old friend, and he asks me if I was still doing that “clown thing?” This conversation took place 17 years ago, and I still get pissed just thinking about it.
There’s nothing wrong with clowns, and I don’t dislike them, but I’m an Award Winning Sleight-of-Hand Artist with a bright future. This idiot just called me a clown, and I just wanted to punch him the jaw.