Topic Fest
A month condensed...God I hate being fashionably late, it's so...Hollywood. *Sneers*
TOPIC Week of 12-19: Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?
Did I always know I was going to be an actor?
Was I born to be in the movies?
Shit no.
I was born in Chicago, Little Italy. Ma and Pop ran the cliched pizza restaurant, and I went to a run down pathetic, but real, excuse for a school.
By rights, I shoulda become a boxer. Got Nails to thank for that. Bastard.
Oh, yeah, Tony 'Nails' Neilson is the biggest Pain in my Ass that this Shit Gig coulda thrown me. He's a director. Either the most respected in the business or the motherfucking scariest. I can't decide, and I'm pretty sure no one else can either.
Anyway, not only does he got me by the proverbial balls insofar as my movie career goes, but he pretty much ended my boxing stint too.
So, I get lucky one night, that night actually, Hollywood 'discovers' me covered from head to toe in fuck knows whos blood. Tony followed me through the back door. Some sort of revenge, I guess, since he got fucked royally.
My bad. Guess the son of a bitch does owe me some.
Predetermined or not, I do hope Destiny doesn't have me in this Freakshow for the rest of my life.
Although if Nails has any hand in it, I'll be suffering forever.
*Sighs, chugging back remants of his Jack*
Word Count: 231
TOPIC Week of 12-26 What is your New Year's Resolution?
I could be wrong but I think I'm too late for this to officially count, but since N.Y.R.'s are always made to be broken anyway...
*Flicks out a Camel*
One outta four ain't too bad...
*Lights using a silver 'Harley Davidson' lighter*
Word Count: 65
TOPIC Week of 1-2 Is there ever a good reason to get blinding drunk?
Fuck. Damn. Hell. Yes.
There is always a good reason to get blindingly drunk.
*Takes a deep drag on cigarette before flicking it into a coffee jar lid*
Whether its just me or not, I don't know, but something about being without my son, without my ex-wife, having no life, even less privacy, a bullshit movie career thats heading down the proverbial toilet thanks to some shithead typecasting (Okie, that's a lie, I only wish it was heading down the toilet thanks to some shithead typecasting), and not being able to shake off the shackles of fame and prosperity, just sends me straight into the metaphorical open arms of a good bottle of whiskey.
Just one of the above might be managable, but, no, Mikey gotta go the whole hog, don't he?
Yeah, so...while we're talking about getting drunk...*Unscrews bottle cap, and swigs*
Cheers.
Browsing a couple of responses to this particular topic has got me thinking that perhaps I'm about to get sorely flamed for not being man enough to face my problems, etc...Remind me to introduce you to Nails sometime, and se how much choice I have.
Okay?
Word Count: 198
Topic Week of 1-9 Do you believe in love at first sight?
*Smokes, staring at the screen for ages, eyes skiming backwards and forwards over the question*
*Eventually stubs out his cigarette*
Fuck. I don't even know if I believe in love.
*Sighs*
Word Count: 31
Shit.
I'm gonna leave the latest for tonight...these 'gems' are depressing enough for now.
*Chugs on almost empty bottle*
Character: Mikey Mack
Fandom: Original Fiction
Overall Word Count: 558
TOPIC Week of 12-19: Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?
Did I always know I was going to be an actor?
Was I born to be in the movies?
Shit no.
I was born in Chicago, Little Italy. Ma and Pop ran the cliched pizza restaurant, and I went to a run down pathetic, but real, excuse for a school.
By rights, I shoulda become a boxer. Got Nails to thank for that. Bastard.
Oh, yeah, Tony 'Nails' Neilson is the biggest Pain in my Ass that this Shit Gig coulda thrown me. He's a director. Either the most respected in the business or the motherfucking scariest. I can't decide, and I'm pretty sure no one else can either.
Anyway, not only does he got me by the proverbial balls insofar as my movie career goes, but he pretty much ended my boxing stint too.
So, I get lucky one night, that night actually, Hollywood 'discovers' me covered from head to toe in fuck knows whos blood. Tony followed me through the back door. Some sort of revenge, I guess, since he got fucked royally.
My bad. Guess the son of a bitch does owe me some.
Predetermined or not, I do hope Destiny doesn't have me in this Freakshow for the rest of my life.
Although if Nails has any hand in it, I'll be suffering forever.
*Sighs, chugging back remants of his Jack*
Word Count: 231
TOPIC Week of 12-26 What is your New Year's Resolution?
I could be wrong but I think I'm too late for this to officially count, but since N.Y.R.'s are always made to be broken anyway...
- Quit Drinking
- Quit Smoking
- Quit Swearing
- Quit Whining
*Flicks out a Camel*
One outta four ain't too bad...
*Lights using a silver 'Harley Davidson' lighter*
Word Count: 65
TOPIC Week of 1-2 Is there ever a good reason to get blinding drunk?
Fuck. Damn. Hell. Yes.
There is always a good reason to get blindingly drunk.
*Takes a deep drag on cigarette before flicking it into a coffee jar lid*
Whether its just me or not, I don't know, but something about being without my son, without my ex-wife, having no life, even less privacy, a bullshit movie career thats heading down the proverbial toilet thanks to some shithead typecasting (Okie, that's a lie, I only wish it was heading down the toilet thanks to some shithead typecasting), and not being able to shake off the shackles of fame and prosperity, just sends me straight into the metaphorical open arms of a good bottle of whiskey.
Just one of the above might be managable, but, no, Mikey gotta go the whole hog, don't he?
Yeah, so...while we're talking about getting drunk...*Unscrews bottle cap, and swigs*
Cheers.
Browsing a couple of responses to this particular topic has got me thinking that perhaps I'm about to get sorely flamed for not being man enough to face my problems, etc...Remind me to introduce you to Nails sometime, and se how much choice I have.
Okay?
Word Count: 198
Topic Week of 1-9 Do you believe in love at first sight?
*Smokes, staring at the screen for ages, eyes skiming backwards and forwards over the question*
*Eventually stubs out his cigarette*
Fuck. I don't even know if I believe in love.
*Sighs*
Word Count: 31
Shit.
I'm gonna leave the latest for tonight...these 'gems' are depressing enough for now.
*Chugs on almost empty bottle*
Character: Mikey Mack
Fandom: Original Fiction
Overall Word Count: 558