Visionquest Curtain Call

Back at Visionquest today. Sur-prized. Didn't think I'd see anymore daze, let alone a union voucher. I dropped off my union vouchers the other day at SAG (actually pay stubs now), so I'll be getting a letter to join them. Some backies have told me that SAG will allow a payment plan, but it's not advertised.

Apparently, this is where the hustle really begins, once you're union. Someone other than Bonnie from Central called me for Visionquest. I told this person that I was to work union on this show, that I had been requested by the director, she got off the line for a few ticks, prolly confirmed with the Bonnie-bitch, and then came back and said yes. "Ya gotta ask," is really the motto of showbiz.

It's much warmer today on the set of Visionquest. I haven't had an A.M. call-time in a bit, so it's hard to drag outta bed today. Fighting the sleepies on set. It is nice to come in and eat breakfast, no drama about that on this set, we're all fed, anything we want. I'm remembering all the peeps now as I see them: Tennesee (just moved here, dresses very small-town), NBA (hates Kobe Bryant), Hood Clown (dude who almost got shot clowning birthday parties in the hood), Clapton (dead-ringer for Eric Clapton and has english accent), my wife (lady who played my wife last time). Right now Clapton is trying to console my wife rather inappropriately. Her dog just died, and she's burying the dog in a pet cemetary today, and Clapton is saying

"He didn't want to be here anyway, all the rain and mudslides we've been having." Shitty bedside manner. Word around set that this is the last day at this location. It turns out to be the last day for us. They bring in the parents from the other wrestling team the next day, and my friend Blankie goes back to work. Never saw Blankie on set, because I was a parent to the visiting team, not the home team.

I'm sitting here looking at a truly ugly mom. She's got her kid doing extra work today on set, so she's hanging out. I'm thinking: someone decided to have sex with her eight years ago. Was she better looking then? We're they drunk? Low standards? Is this woman married, and someone has to sleep with her regularly? Terrible, but true.

It's funny, we have real estate moguls here today. Three of us are talking about our So. Cal real estate, meanwhile a 25-year-old a-hole with a walkie can boss us around on set and treat us like dirt. One of the real estate dudes got his start in a movie about wrestlers, he was brought in to play a wrestler, he's a former NCAA champ. He offers to take me to a gym where older guys still wrestle. Yum. Sounds intriguing. I imagine cracking my sternum with this tomfoolery.