New York day 24-26 "The Ever Changing Landscape"

It has been a long weekend and a productive Monday. I spent Saturday relaxing and regrouping. I did a little writing a lot of worrying but by and large the theme of the day was "I can't do anything till monday and I need to chill out so that's what I'm gonna do" and in that respect I was successful.

Sunday I checked my bank account because I was avoiding it saturday...I didn't need to be any more upset. Than I saw that I had negative 17 in my account...cue the sound of breaking glass and the rushing fear that my NY adventure was coming to a close before it could even start.

I had exactly 30 dollars in my pocket and some of that had to go to food. I did what anyone would do in my situation I called mommy to freak out. Yeah, I'm a big mamma's boy but what good is having a loving supporting family if you never call on them?

My mother took the action she knew would serve me best. She told me to hold on, she told me she would send me some cash to float me by and told me I should do what I came here to do...if what she can provide is another week here than I should stay another week.

Thank you mom

Because the last thing I want to do is give up. After that call I went to central park to play harmonica for some dollars, hopefully enough to buy a meal. After a few hours I made just over 1.50. I took that gladly and used that plus what I had in my pocket to buy myself a lunch that was more than bread cheese and water.

After wandering around a bit I decided I should just go home. I was tired, I was cold I was wet from the rain and up until twenty minutes before I got on the train I was hungry most the day. I go to use my metro card "Insufficient fare"...Jesus...H...Christ...

I go to pay cash for more metro fare but all I have is a twenty and they have a six dollar change limit so I put in fifteen bucks and call it an investment. I'm discouraged, i'm tired and all i want is to be around someone I love. Well the woman I'm crazy about was vacationing in Florida and all my friends here were otherwise occupied. Fuck this...I'm going to sleep.

I wake up with a deep sense of melancholy and a certainty of failure but damn if I wasn't going to go out swinging. I went to my monday interview with the NY comedy club. The manager informs me it is a commission based ticket selling job. The tickets are twenty a piece for the first week or so I will make 50% commission 75 after that. He also tells me I can start tomorrow morning.

So i guess I have a job. I am excited because with what my mother and my Aunt Sharon are sending me all i have to do is sell 6 tickets tomorrow and I can pay rent. I am then called by a non prof 10$ an hour gig for an interview tomorrow. I will probably stick with the NY comedy job because they are really flexible, like "call in if you have an audition it's cool with us...hell if it's a really nice day out go ahead and call in just remember if your not selling your not making money" flexible. But I am going to reschedule the non prof interview for friday just in case i work this NY comedy job after a few days and realize it isn't going to work out.

After spending the rest of the day in Madison Square Park reading beat poetry and writing (cus I'm totally hipster like that) it was time for my very first NY audition for THE haunted house in America. The house is called "Nightmare" and it is the biggest haunted house in America...its a big deal. It's a "this looks damn good on a resume and gets crazy NY exposure" big. I walk in and the first thing the auditioned says is "awesome."

I feel like I did a good job, I feel like I nailed it. The only down side to this if I get the part is I wont be able to visit home in October. I will be back in Nov and I will figure out a way to see Lauren before than...I will make whatever I have to work because if I book my very first audition and can call myself a working actor after only a month of being here I can not pass up that opportunity.

Afterwards Jessica fed me (which is good because I had barely eaten today) and gave me booze. I'm going to bed with a full stomach, a slight buzz and a good feeling about the next few weeks.

Today was a good day...cross your fingers and send prayers that I can have a few more like this.

KH-