I guess the most important decision in my life was becoming an actor, because it did give me a direction. I was some kind of a drifter and acting has helped me a lot in channeling some of those emotions and energies that have brought me to live in three different continents before I was twenty five. Then, obviously for me, some decisions are the ( Read more... )

..I hope he can read it, I wasn't exactly in my best mood and writing with your left hand can be pretty tricky if you're not used to it.

There was no one home, so I slipped the letter in the mailbox. Here's what it said.

"Hi Jason, it's Dean ( Read more... )

..there are those stupid challenges to get ahead of, though he certainly wouldn't have been able to write anything in the past week or so ( Read more... )

Dean has taken another pill eaten a couple of french fries as soon as Jon was out of the door. Jon really didn't want to go, but had to. It was a god offer for a good job and Dean didn't want the responsibility of Jon not getting it because of him.

Then another pill another french frie ( Read more... )

The first thing he does when he gets home is to shrug out of the clothes he's wearing and ball them into a plastic bag and then bury it at the bottom of the rubbish bin. Happy pills put safely away. Then it's the shower, the water none too gentle on his back and ass. He moves slowly, carefully. If he doesn't get at least a bit more clean, Jon will ( Read more... )

After Alex left, Dean just grabbed the blanket from the bed and pulled it down on the floor, curling on it. He sneaked a hand to look at what Alex had lext. Money, pills. And clothes under the mattress. He started laughing quietly, and he was still laughing long after his eyes were dry again.

There is plenty of time, but all the same, Dean makes it fast to the bar where he met David. It's quieter during the day, which is a good thing ( Read more... )

It takes more than few hours to realise that he has come back home, somehow. Being naked under a very cold running shower means only that his teeth are chattering and normally very fair skin has a nice blue tinge. Everything seems sharper, as usual, colors and contrast at top levels. Shivering, he dries up, makes coffee and puts old jeans and a a ( Read more... )

He was almost running by the time he got home. A part of him was holding him back, telling him that he should turn on his heels and go right back to Jon. Closing the door after himself, he leaned on it for a moment, calming down as much as possible. Jacket off, shoes off, he checks his voice mail. Some calls, but not...better. Better this way. ( Read more... )

Let’s assume the worst case scenario, just to make it really interesting ( Read more... )