two major risks, both worked out, my favorite would differ from day to day:
- quit showbiz. 25yo, had a weekly comedy show on radio, syndicated to a few markets, negotiating w RKO General to go national, already had two plays staged by legit theater companies, had developed an ulcer from deadlines and was beginning to seethe w resentment over the chowderheads on the business end of entertainment who had the money & power to tell me what to do. an old girlfriend called me from her commune in the mts above Santa Fe and asked me to join her. thought a while, decided to drop everything. my agent continued to shop me around for the next five years and the $$ was always so ridiculous that i allowed him to but, after i was out of the loop, i didn't give it a thought for almost 25 yrs, til i retired. like anyone who writes anything, it would have been nice to give one big thing to posterity, but my attempts at novels & major plays in recent years have proven to my satistaction that i didn't have one of those in me and i'm glad i left that lucrative treadmill.
- gamble for a living. the last year of my agent shopping me around, i had to be available for meetings and i purely loved NYC, but that's an expensive kind of waiting. i had grown up around horse racing, had seen the beginning of speed handicapping at Suffolk Downs (RIP), had gotten so good at picking horses that i was handicapping for cocaine dealers (and then picking horses for them to claim/buy) with too much dough @ Santa Fe Downs (RIP) when i was still at the commune. so i started reading the Form everyday, keeping records, going to the track a couple times each week and making a morning stop at OTB every day and ended up paying Manhattan rent by doing so. When a TV pilot i had co-written got sold but then lost in studio politics, i finally said "#### it" and moved to Reno - the same kind of high desert as Santa Fe - to play the Big Board of all the nations racetracks. i was doing quite well - there were no databases to compete with, so you could get great payoffs on turf & maiden races even without dabbling in the exotics (which i never cared for) - but a poker room next to the racebook had a big game in the back that fascinated me. learned the basics and launched myself into this pot limit game (among the regs were Freddy Deeb, Tuna Lund, Ray Zee, WSOP champ Brad Daugherty, for you poker historians) and knew immediately that i'd found my calling. To use the instincts of others against them for fun & profit, fell in line with all my talents & experiences. Then i was recruited to pick horses for gambling legend Treetop Straus while he was in Tahoe for Slim's Super Bowl of Poker (then the 2nd biggest poker tournament in the world) and ended up in his stable for the last year or so of his life. I hated Vegas, tournaments were not good use of my playing strengths and other good playing ops dwindled in those pre-Moneymaker years so, after five yrs a pro, i chose to make my living on the other side of the table and was in the gaming biz til i retired @ 55. i think i might have regretted not being creative if i hadnt found the gamble which, as those in it will tell you, employs all one's talents & interest and asks for still more. nufced