Geoff Herbach: I was going to say writer, then realized writers don't make a living. If not writer, Pirate followed by Hairdresser followed by Patrick Swayze-style Bouncer/Philosopher. I can't do the middle one because I'm not good with my hands. I'm terrified of violence, which rules out the first and last. I wonder if I could get paid by some scientist who is interested in alcoholism? You know, one of those human subject test things?

Mark Kalar : My dream, if I can overcome the thorny legal obstacles, is to become a
killer for hire. Think about it - flexible hours, the opportunity to be my own boss... I could travel to new, exciting places, and meet and kill new and interesting people. I could really make one, final and irreversible difference in their lives. Plus, I think chicks really dig contract killers. It's all upside.

Keith Pille: Experience tells me that I'd find a way to be dissatisfied with pretty much any job. But keeping that in mind, I'd like to reach the levels of professional music awesomeness that Johnny Cash hit on the Live at San Quentin album, when he got to close a show with an announcer yelling, "Johnny Cash! Johnny Cash! The fabulous Johnny Cash!"

I'd take that.

Don Pizarro: Right now, I'd like to be paid to write both a serious independent comic book and some kind of novel series that I could pimp out to the mass-market, Lucas-style. Or, vice versa...whatever.

Simon Riordan: I would like to be a mind-reader for my grown-up job. I think I would do a supergood job at it. Plus, it would fun to read people's minds. Maybe scary sometimes, but I'd be OK.

Jonathan Shipley: I want to be an archeologist, or a chainsaw artist, or a sous chef, or the Pope.

Amethyst Vineyard: I'd like to be known as 'The Terry Gross of Mobile'. And get paid for it.