My mother wanted me to be a writer. But she was a child of the Depression and never understood that she wasn't poor. So, you know, the idea of not having a job, it would creep through. But she tried very hard to be subtle about it.
I don't know what else I could do but pretend to be an actor.
I happen to be fortunate: I live in San Francisco, and I can afford a $600 phone. Or two of them!
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