Lemon Time

Another weekend bites the dust (and I have nothing to show for it).  God life is just pouring out of me these days.  Time seems to be speeding up.  My finances are starting to dwindle like the glimmer of a fading star.  I worked on John Hancock all weekend up in L.A. and I find myself counting the breaths between the work and the paycheck.  The contracting companies are like desperate women and can smell blood in the water.  Offer after offer seems to be cascading down my hotmail account every one more glamourous than the last.  Every one singing a beautiful song like a siren only to lure my ship into the rocks.

I ate as much as I could on the set of the movie.  Craft services is saving me more money than all the diamonds in the congo.  I basically ran around in the sweltering heat all weekend dressed in full stormtrooper regalia.  I’m a swat cop in the movie, a nobody part, basically human scenery.  I doubt I’ll even make the credits and if I do I’ll be the infamous S.W.A.T. Cop Number 9 (with a misspelled name to add insult to injury).  But at least its work.  The mortgage is getting a little life blood pumped into it and I get to hang out with a bunch of my buddies that I haven’t seen for a while.  So I sold my soul a little bit to act all Hollywood for a few bucks, fuck, I guess its something that only a few people get to try out in this world… Kind of like hemorragic fever.

So aside from stuffing my bitch-hole with bagels and lox a buddy and I totally made asses of ourselves (big surprise).

We were all standing around waiting for our next scene to get set up (which can take hours) and I say to my bro “Hey Bobby, lets go sit on the curb and chill out”..  Both of us dripping with sweat, Bobby playing with his newly dubbed “SUPERPHONE” while I chugged a diet Dr. Pepper.

We were so absorbed in our relaxation that a few moments after we sat down I look up right into about seven cameras all three feet from my face.  Then I look down, and at my feet I see Will Smith staring back up at me as he was trying to film his academy award winning monologue (right after being hit by a rocket) while laying on the street.  We had unwittingly stumbled directly into the scene as it was being filmed.  The movie peeps were so in shock that nobody knew exactly what to say.  They all just stood there behind their cameras with gaping mouths.

Bobby and I laughed nervously and uncomfortably removed ourselves to a safe distance where a full power laugh could be expressed.

The contractor came out to my place this morning to set up all the repairs to my kitchen… more good news.  I’m getting all new countertops, all new flooring, and an all new sink.  I’ve already sized up a kickass stainless steel sink and a glass cooktop range for the new super-kitchen.

The only thing left to do will be pull all the cabinet doors down, sand them off, and paint them a kickass color.  At that point I’m only some new appliances (and some hardwood floors) away from my dream condo.

Anyway, enough stupitidy… I’m gonna hit the gym then crush scenesters at Super Mario Kart down at the Whistlestop.  Rock on!

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