I’d like to think my angry youth is drifting further into the rearview mirror as time goes by. Yes, I have a lot of bruised fruit in my apartment – let’s just say they fell down the stairs.But there’s nothing that makes my bile rise more than Dresses-In-Costume-For-Audition-Guy. I think my problem with it began when I auditioned to play a security guard, and some guy showed up in all black with a kids’ toy badge on his chest. And continued with this J.O. yesterday, above, in his lab coat for a commercial featuring a doctor.
I’ll ask of you desperate idiots what I simply ask of my women: be cool. It’s your best chance of avoiding a donkey punch.
