Mike started hustling drugs on Twenty- Fourth and New Jersey. The people were really intimidating but he'd make them laugh to manipulate people into not killing him.
Michael and his friend broke into a house. The people whose house they were stealing from had a Doberman but he was being really friendly. Once they stopped petting him and it was time to leave the dog mad and wouldn't let them leave. So they did the only thing they could do. Call the police on their selves
Michael's friend Otis got him to do a comedy contest. Winning that contest made him realize he wanted to be a comic.
The second gig he bombed. He realized he needed a fresh start in a new place.
HA HA HA, WE LOVE YOU MIKE!!!
With $85 in food stamps, a Walkman with two cassettes, and a broken .38 pistol he left Indianapolis to Atlanta
He did a couple gigs at the best club in Atlanta, the Comedy Act Theater.