Thursday, June 18, 2015

Cruel Irony.

There was a time, before I was disfigured – I call it Sunday – that I shot a comedy sketch I’d written with my friend Chad. The premise involved a home invasion.

The director kept mussing up my hair and rewetting my face, trying to create the right look of trouble. But you know what really would have helped? A black eye. It would have looked my intruder had given me a good tuneup.

One day later, I was given a ridiculous shiner, and now I can’t shoot anything, and I don’t know what I’m going to do if I get an audition.

Sunday went amazingly, and I can’t wait for the edit. But more importantly, thanks a lot, stupid face.

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