Dunce

"Sadly, he realized how low Fortuna had spun his wheel. He had never imagined that he would one day be praying that people buy hot dogs from him."

This from "Confederacy of Dunces." Rivaled by few books in american literature. I tucked it in my apron today, I was playing a hot dog vendor on a commercial for the Travel Channel. Has any extra ever prepared so thoroughly for a role so thoroughly in the background? I pray that someone fast-freezes the frame with me, and realizes what I tucked into my apron. At great personal cost. I had tailored my costume without approval. I may be dead one day, but if you watch all the footage I appeared in, I'll leave a bread crum trail of truth. Will the birds eat my bread crums? Of course they will. Plus, for someone to do the extensive kind of research required to find all the movies and TV shows I have appeared in briefly, I will have to commit a henious crime. Between fame and infamy for this situation, I'm betting on infamy.


Oh, and I stole a meal that wasn't mine. HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! I was working non-union, and they cut us loose right before lunch, so they wouldn't have to feed us. Too bad, so sad: I stayed and had lunch. What-the-fuck-ever. Memo to Myself #154: Everyone Eats.

I went to see a TV show last night and got paid. No one will go to this show, so they give you fifteen big ones to clap and laff and bark and sit up on your hind legs. A friend writes for it, but he had ditched, and I didn't see him during the show. Remember that the next time your watching a show and hear the hee-hawing laff track behind it: it may be recycled from a 70s show, OR, it could be peeps thinking about how they will spend their 15 bux, real dollars they put in your hand after the show.