Do you ever take time to reflect on where you were a year and two days ago? October 30, 2010. That was a good day. I spent the evening meeting Owen Wilson, making women scream, and dancing to Thriller. I got paid for it.
Fast forward a year and a day. I'm getting dressed up all over again. I'm making women scream, but Owen Wilson is not to be found. The only music I hear is a never-ending muzak version of Pop Goes The Weasel that haunts my head well after I'm out of costume. And instead of someone dressing me up like a psycho-killer, I look like this:
All of this and at one tenth the promised price.*
So why would I engage in this sort of falling-from-heaven approach to my acting career? Well, apparently it changed the world of performance as we know it.^^
And second, it was a wonderful lead-in to my new jobs with the Murder Mystery Company and American Eagle Productions. Little known historical fact: Both Al Capone and John Hancock wore women's undergarments.
*i.e., at one tenth of the money I made a year ago.
^ That's his real face.
^^Also, what acting career?