I am quite confident, that if it ever got out that

I was dancing on tables to pay the bills, my mom would drop all her “I can’t afford to fly out there” pretense, and magically appear on my doorstep, then proceed to break every bone in my body. Probably while telling me that this is exactly why she sent me to school, so that I’d never have to resort to such things. And she’d probably tack on there that it hurt her more to inflict the punishment than for me to take it. Yea, whatever. I guess all those lectures as I was growing up, sank in at some point. So, suffice to say, it’ll be a long, LONG while before I go that route. I think I’d start growing dope first. At least that’s legal in this state.