Sasha told us he used to make money by reciting poetry on a city corner. That sounds fun. But I only know four poems: I believe I will build up my repertoire by memorizing poetry on the metro, culminating with the complete Howl (plus footnote) by Allen Ginsberg, which is the only decent thing he ever wrote, and is also a critique of consumer culture. Consumer culture blows.
Sasha also knows the street price of crack.