Sittin on...

...a park bench watchin tourists pass by, killin time prior an audition.
two guys totin backpacks hollar to a guy crusin a used up mountain bike. friendly hellos exchanged and the cruiser responds to a question, "Just got out of the dumpster." proceeded to empty a lovely paper bag sportin "Bloomingdale's" in bold black print, ya know the ones women proudly carry after buyin expensive horrible smellin perfume. then parade around thinkin they smell so luscious.

so he starts layin out his cache atop a trash bin and all three start carryin on in grand discussion over one man's junk and their treasure. well one of them treasures was a tin of Altoids mints, which made me think, heck i'm on my way to an audition and i have some Altoids in my satchel. so i opened my tin up and popped one in.

well, the cruiser seemed to have noticed and hollers over to me and remember i'm wearin faded out 501's and a gray V neck t-shirt w/ a leather satchel and my old faded out beach cruiser parked next to me. he says, "He now, where'd ya get yers?". I looked down at my red and white tin of mints and back to his on the trash bin and up to him and the fellas, chuckled and said, "Heck I found mine down on 4th and Pier.", w/ a shit eatin grin! He turned back to the guys, "Now see, what'd I tell ya, they're good."

my innards were dyin, i so wished he would have carried on w/ me to another level, i was ready to tell em bout my thrift store $3 Diesel shoes, garage sale Lord and Taylor $5 leather satchel, $10 eBay used 501's and the underwear that i didn't have on! but that was it, they all continued on and i went and pretended to be "exuberant" w/ two fake ladies of which i was supposed to be playin cards w/ in a fake old folks home.

commercial auditions are so bloody ridiculous. everything so painfully fake. not sure if i'll ever book a commercial, just can't seem to fake/"act" happy very well.

thanks for the laugh fella, keep on divin for treasures my friend!!!!!!