Jack played an endless game of musical chairs with his career choices. One day he wanted to be a charter boat captain, the next a clown.
Living by the marina got him near boats, and living in Sarasota gave him an in at the Ringling Bros. Clown College, so either was a viable option.
The question was did he really want to work as a bartender more, or maybe a dog walker. Astronauts and archaeologists got to travel, but then again a shortstop got to play baseball every day.
Right now, he was hungry, and hoped mom made grilled cheese.