New York is a place that can grind you down and spit you out. A true New Yorker doesn't get ground down, he gets polished.
Paint yourself into a corner so that you don't have any other option but to continue forward.
People have said that to me: They say I have a TV face.
I've had a good run of birthdays, and now no one will notice when I die.
Probably all of my advice is bad advice.
It's so much harder to make a living off improv. Improv is so rarified and for such a specific audience.