“pirate…not pilot…”

I cleaned out my closet the other day.  Threw away seventy five percent of shit I’ve kept for a very long time, convincing myself that I didn’t need these things to help me remember historical facts about myself.

It was a sad day, but I like doing that sometimes.  Purposefully thinking or doing anything that will make me awfully nostalgic.  It’s like when people like to smell their own nasty.

I put a shit load of clothes into trash bags and successfully sold.  Drove back home and realized I needed them for an audition this morning:

Wardrobe: “hard rapper type wear (gansta) for 1st shoot”  (what does gansta mean?)

Unfortunately, stupid workers at thrift stores like to buy shit that I wore in high school.

I found a bandana, all that I had that was “gansta”.  Put it on with an outfit. Surprised my mom last night to see what her initial reaction would be.

“You look like a pilot!”

“No I don’t.  I’m suppose to be a gangster.  I don’t look like a gangster?”

“hm….no.  You look like a pilot.”

So I’m in front of the camera this morning, opposite a mirror, and I’m trying to look “sorrowful” because that’s what the director wanted, and then it hit me right across the fuckin face.  Dude….I look like a pirate.

Whatever, pilot was informative enough.

Well, there goes another audition…


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