Today I am in snowy Toronto awaiting a phone-call interview to work as a bartender at Boston Pizza about 2 hours away from my home by bus…I don’t own a car anymore.
In the last two weeks I have had 9 auditions and zero bookings.
This year's Oscar nominations were just announced.
I’m gonna need a haircut if I want this bar-tending job, which I don’t.
I turn 42 on Sunday…assuming I don’t blow my head off before then. Due to strict Canadian gun regulations I’m thinking car exhaust may be a better bet…assuming someone lends me their car.