I woke up in L.A. living someone else's life:
Eating someone else's food
Sleeping in someone else's bed
Driving someone else's car
Listening to someone else's music
Reading someone else's paper
Blogging on someone else's computer
And what is a man?
I'm a fish out of water
kind of flopping around
on the shoreline
gasping for air.
It's kind of scary
and exhilarating.
Am I me or someone else?
All the evidence points to
a major identity crisis
but I have evolved (or is it devolved)
into some very specific, crusty
character.
I'm a character actor
searching for a role
that would support
all my particular quirks and foibles.
I don't think that film
is gonna get the greenlight