rubinville

I had a thought...

So I did a catering gig last night and on my way home a little voice inside my head said that I should stop by the local comedy club a few blocks away from my apartment. I won't mention the name of the club, though you can probably figure it without much effort if you put some contextual clues together. Anyway, as I was approaching the club, I saw a guy slouched over the stairs of the building next-door while smoking a cigarette. The guy turned out to be a relatively famous comedian who I've talked to once or twice before for about ten seconds. We traded little pleasantries and then he went inside to perform. I couldn't help but think how depressed he seemed, despite the fact that as I mentioned, he's a relatively famous comic.

I bring this up because earlier in the day I had taken the train to Greenwich from Grand Central Station. Grand Central, like Penn Station, is filled with business people, each one usually looking more depressed than the one standing right next to them. Everytime I go to either station I am reminded of how badly I don't want to be one of these people, and then last night, I was reminded that I also don't want to be a comic slouched of some stairs smoking a cigarette before my next set.

I don't mean to pass judgement on the business people or the comic, but seeing each of them waiting, the business guys for the train, the comic for his set, made me realize even more how I shouldn't be waiting for anything. I should be doing something.

So, that's settles it. I'm going to become a business man with a sense of urgency. Now I just have to figure out what kind of business. Hmm. I'm thinking something with Pogs. Kids still like Pogs, right? Yes, that's it, I'll become a Pog salesman. How many cases can I put you down for?