After 4 years at Carnegie Mellon University, I came to New York to pursue acting professionally. I languished in sorrow and Fritos for a year and half, enduring a steady stream of rejection, broken occasionally by an appearance in a sparsely attended showcase production of an obscure play, somewhere obscure. One day, after having received a particularly painful rejection, I decided to get up off my tuchis and head down to Gladys' Comedy Room to try my hand at stand-up comedy. I wrote my act on the 2nd avenue bus whilst travelling between 81st and 53rd streets, had two gin and tonics, got up on the stage and killed. I then decided that while acting would always be my first love, stand-up was a way to get my performing jones out in the via goodreads