What would you be doing...

After my first paper, a rural weekly, went out of publication, I taught English in Mexico for a few months before jumping back into the journalistic fray. I hated teaching.

 

Well, I'm not one but I always wanted to be a sports journalist: you get into games free, interview big stars, get autographs, hang out with interesting people on the road, get laid a lot.

 

Well, I thought about the Army. Dad said, "Son, you're fucking high."

 

What about a haberdashery? Or a chapeau shoppe?

 

Depends. What are the hours?

 

I thought about being a teacher, or maybe joining the army.
Glad that didn't happen though, since I hate kids and don't want to die.

 

I never so much as considered anything else when I was college. Now, lawyer.

 

Thanks for stopping by Ben.

 

Good line. Great song.

 

Mmmm ..... Kaaaaayyyyy

 

You're great in concert.

 

Be stripped to the waist, eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery.