Or: Magician and Lovely Assistant. You could hawk herbal remedies and other unproven unguents while I dealt with local crime world figures. As a side business we could sell bibles on the installment plan, meanwhile casing the joints for later burglaries. In a pinch I could become an early-shift stevedore.
At night we would loiter in the bus station, busking for change and giving a fare-the-well to the passing parade of itinerant men. Kindly police captains would take pity on us and offer a clean bed and a pot of coffee in a spare cell in the town jail. At dawn we would join in with the villagers as they marched out to the asparagus fields, singing songs of defiance and good cheer.
I could resume my study of accountancy, with a view to setting up a small practice catering to the regional railroad men and their families. On a whim you would start a local ham radio society. To your surprise, meetings are well-attended by local youths.