Back to Frigging Reality

It doesn't take long for the magic to wear off, and you find yourself taking out the trash.

There's a reason actors go from one movie to another, no matter how bad, and that's because they want to be in that lovely little moviemaking bubble.

Reality is boring.

I read somewhere that the great Christopher Walken will accept any role just so he can be on the set with other actors. And why not. You're around interesting people. You're catered to. There's always food around, including normally taboo stuff like donuts which is inexplicably acceptable on "Craft Services" tables. There's so much time between shots you can basically sleep most of the day. What's not to like?

Yet here I am, back at home, dragging a trash can down the driveway. I'll bet Tom Cruise doesn't do this (though Katie probably does). It's not like I want to be like Tom Cruise, perish the thought. I don't mind being crazy but I don't want to be nuts.

I don't need to be a star. I don't even need to be treated like a star.

I just want people to be nice to me all the time while I sit near a table covered in dessert. Is that too much to ask? I think not. But the world seems to think so.

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