I had a lot of time to think in the service; I swore that, if I survived, nothing would keep me from an acting career.
This hook nose and crab meister attitude has gotten me every job I've ever had. And more divorces than I care to remember.
I was rejected by casting directors during the day. I attended class in the evening, then rode 90 miles on the train home.
Hollywood sucks. I've got the bruises to prove it.
I enjoyed acting and marveled that one could get paid for doing it.
If I could do it all over again, I'd be the mailman. I love housewives, and I hate dogs. What more is there?
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