For some reason I feel I am a world apart from the 200 actors in this room who have been auditioning for 18 years and still haven’t booked. If only because these “professional auditioners” are very loud, making sure we know they’re in The Biz.
Years ago, I remember meeting friends in Philadelphia’s University City. I gave a supposed homeless person money. When I exited the restaurant an hour later, I saw him jump into a Cadillac with his other friends counting the cash. I felt angry and robbed. A friend said that my intention was the important thing. But I am no longer a fan of handing money over to people on the street. However, there are always exceptions.
I am finally coming out against the stage performer’s abuse of the request for us, the audience to “clap along”. We don’t WANT to clap along. I’m off, you’re working, I paid for this ticket, YOU clap along.
I'm in Las Vegas when I get a call from my friend and business mogul, who can't see me tonight because he has to stake out one of his establishments to "serve" his scumbag partners legal papers. BUT he can't legally do it himself and asks me if I wanna get a drink, catch up and serve them.