Living a Dream

It's no secret if you're reading this (both of you who read this, I mean) that I love having an audience, or at the very least, people to entertain. The more I think about wanting to be famous, the more I want it. I've been hearing people on the radio and seeing people on TV and everything they do or say makes me want to be successful...it's really outta control. Anyway, last week I was caddying at the golf course and I was with a pair of gentlemen named Pete and Kevin...easy names to remember, you know, with me being Kevin and my brother being Pete. Anyway, now that I've put space between their first and last names, they were Ditchman and Riley, respectively. Pete seemed to be a little down on his luck as of late; the economy and whatever he had been doing for a living were not a good mix. Kevin, on the other hand, was killing it. He was talking about taking jobs and how he wouldn't move to another city for less than $200,000 per year...which leads one to bel...

I had my first experience at what's known in the biz (and by "in the biz" I mean "at my agency") as a "Student Open Call." To preface, the student open call is basically a get-together where everyone who is taking classes has a chance to meet with the casting director at the agency and do a little stuff-strutting in order to make an impression. I wish it was more interesting, but here's basically what went down. I got to Akron on Wednesday about 25 minutes before the open call started - it started at 5. As I walked into the building I made the observation that, aside from fathers of girls in the room, I was the only male in the waiting room of the agency. This was intriguing. I checked in and inquired about whether or not I was the only guy in attendance; "No, I think there's one other...so you'll be fine." Comforting. It really wasn't too terrible. I went downstairs to the waiting room (same waiting room as previous entries;...