Friday, July 3, 2009
I Am Jack's Cripplingly Low Sense of Self-Esteem
Hey, remember when I said how my getting excited for things usually means that they'll end up not happening? Well I was completely and totally right! Dreams really don't come true!
Anyways, I'll try and give you the abridged version on his one: I was originally suppose to shoot a scene with a company who shall remain nameless (Hey, just because they're human scum, doesn't mean I have to be), but they wanted to have a talk with all of us before hand. I showed up with two other guys, an was subjected to this conversation:
Director: Wow, you're...small.
Me: Ummmm, thanks?
Director: Well, that's not the image we're going for right now.
Me: ...Oooookay then.
Director: Now, back to you two...
How's that for a slap in the face? At this point I'm pretty used to rejection and everything, but to call me up for a scene then tell me to my face that I'm not good enough? Well fuck you, that's pretty goddamn low.
You know what? What the fuck ever, man. Yeah, boo-cock-sucking-hoo. A thousand pardons for not looking like one of the tattooed junkies they ended up taking. If you don't like skinny guys, fine, but don't jerk my chain around, you stupid fuckstick.
Whatever. He's dead to me. If he were on fire, I wouldn't even piss on him to put you out. I could run him over with my car and then throw it into reverse for round two and not even fucking blink. And while I'm at it, fuck Diesel Washington. He thinks he's better than me because I'm not as jacked as he is? Piss off.
So yeah, go ahead an call me twink. See how far you make it before you wind up on the floor without a motherfucking heartbeat, asshole.