I mean, this is funny in two directions; there’s the overt joke that the masterclass man is full of bs, which is true a lot of the time, and then there’s the joke for the enlightened people of the audience who are on the quest to perceive and undo the karmic fetters that bind them to the existence-illusion complex, and we laugh at the slaves who, by defining their lives by money, has enslaved themselves by the way they choose to live their life.

I haven’t had a “job” in twelve years. I value that. It’s gets annoying hearing all your coworkers bitch about being in the same place you are, so I went off and started my educational art project soon after I taught myself to juggle, and there’s been low points of high stress, a few years of homelessness, and a year spent in a cult, but because I dedicated myself to my mission, I now have made many unique friends who support me as well as a major investor and a book and a life story that healed me of the shit society broke me with.

It’s really cool when you grow tf up and stop doing what your parents with lead poisoning told you how to live your life. You prolly dress like your mommy taught you to dress, still, but I just say that because in my daily performance art, I wound up with a fun opportunity to moonlight as a cop, so I consciously try to pick fights, passively. But I just say that because there’s a percentage of the population that doesn’t know that yet. It’s educational!