my first day of shooting,
ate about 25 mussels during a scene, no side effects though.
and nearly broke my hand banging it on the table, the pissed off mobster I was.
only one take of everything, one can only pray and hope.
when the day was done, I was drained and suicidal.
life is best when you’re faking it. then what.

in other news, i find it exceedingly difficult to figure out Captchas. I spend minutes trying to decipher the fuckers, each time. Alzheimer’s? Dyslexia? Retardation? Old age? a fine cocktail of all the aboves? isn’t life complicated enough?

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