Thursday, September 24, 2009

My Coffin.

If GM wants to reinvent itself with a car that’ll drive me right out of the business, I’ll take one in LeMans blue.

I was standing in the parking lot behind my workshop the other night when a car pulled up, and a woman asked if she was in the right place. I told her she was, and, spotting the cargo case on top of her car, asked if she brought her surfboard.

“No,” she said, “I keep dead actors in there."

“Really,” I said, “I keep dead hookers in mine.”

She drove on.

Seconds later, as she got out of her car, was dressed fancy and wasn’t holding a headshot, it occurred to me: this was the agent for whom I was about to audition.

Whenever you see a guy making a dope out of himself, like Tom Joad, I’ll be there.