My Life as a Hollywood Background Actor (Preface)

I just did a scene with Susan Surandon yesterday. I've always wanted to be great. I've always wanted to do great things which is why one day in an October while I was working as a sign spinner in the middle of no where, Florida: I decided I was going to move to Los Angeles. I literally saw a sign from a plane in the sky that said "Life is good." I was living in the worst situation you could possibly imagine. I had two heroin junkie roommates who had somehow convinced me long enough in the beginning that they were normal enough for me to let them move in. The truth is, I didn't want roommates but I needed the money. I was using my friend's car at the time, a small red BMW to get to and from work. I had a car but it broke down on me. It was a Porsche, but it's not what you think, it was a 1985 1/2 944. One day the slave clutch cylinder went out and then everything started breaking down one by one. It was actually the second 944 I'd ever driven. I ended up selling it for what to me felt like nothing. I definitely miss that car more than some people. Anyway, I lost my sign spinning job because I decided to go on a cruise to the Bahamas. I was running away from my problems. My roommates were squatting and the eviction process in Florida is a lengthy one. I reached the darkest depths of my soul and my roommates were pushing me to the edge. I didn't do drugs, well not if you count marijuana but everyone knows that's different. I got as far away from them as I could by going on a weekend cruise to the Bahamas. I hated staying at my house so I was crashing at my friend's house who coincidentally lived up the street. He came into some money and he bought us a weekend Bahama trip inspired by a few of our friends going. I got on a boat with the intent of staying on the island and living as a fisherman. We met a man named Tony. He was a somewhat rogue unofficial taxi driver. As in, he just converted his personal car into a taxi cab. I asked Tony if he knew where to get weed and he said "yes my friend." He started driving towards the other side of the island as it got dark and I said "you know Tony, we can't go to far. We gotta get on the boat." He said "What you think Im gonna kill you for $40. Please I got money." I said "it's not that, just gotta get to ship quick is all." My friend was freaking out, I told him it was gonna be cool. Tony took us to a shanti town. It had no plumbing, was completely pitch dark, the light you could see was coming from his headlights. There were stray dogs and prostitutes running around. He stops the car and goes into a trap house. Me and my friend are waiting in his car and we're wondering what's going to happen. People are surrounding the car and knocking on the windows staring in. His windows were tinted so they couldn't see us but we could see them. Tony comes back with a piece of tin foil filled with reggie weed. I put it in my shoe and he started driving us back to the boat. We barely made it on. When we got back on the boat and out to sea. We went to the top and smoked a joint. The depth and power of the ocean is no joke at night. It felt like you were staring into miles of nothing. We smoked the ditch weed in a joint and all of a sudden a huge gust of wind hit and it started storming. We had to go inside. Once we were inside the boat was rocking. I asked my friend to look at a map of where we were and sure enough, we were going through the Bermuda Triangle. Fear and panic hit us and we had no choice but to hold on. The boat rocked all night and they had to close the upper levels. No one was allowed on the deck. We decided to go to dinner and it was one of the craziest most surreal experiences. Even though it was storming and rocking, no one seemed to be bothered. Especially the waiters, it was like being in a movie. Dinner ended up being amazing, if you've never been on a cruise: the food is all inclusive, you have to pay for alcohol, (that's how they get you). We eventually made it back to Florida unharmed and new people, having experienced adventure. My heroin junkie roommates were finally defeated and moved out. Shortly after that I was kicked out as well and moved onto my friend's couch. The same friend who I went to the Bahamas with. I crashed on his couch and drove a red BMW for a few months. From there, I road tripped to Colorado. I had an opportunity to go with my friend (the one with the BMW) and we went. I ended up spending a month smoking dabs and marijuana heavily in Denver and Boulder. It was one of the most easy going periods of my life, I was completely free. In that freedom I decided, I was going to move to Los Angeles, I was going to become a movie writer. I was going to make a lot of money (or so I thought lol). Well, I worked everyday for a summer and at the end of it I moved, just a few days before my 23rd birthday. I had no intention of being an actor at the time, just to work somehow, someway. I bought a one way ticket and got a cab in the airport. I had no place to stay lined up and only a few hundred dollars to my name. I had a cab take me to this bar in Hollywood I'd heard about. I decided the best thing to do was grab a beer and hope things would work out. I got to the bar and checked in on Facebook. One of my buddy's from college who moved to New Orleans was also in Los Angeles as the manager of a band. We met up at a bar called Piano Bar and it turned out I knew a lot of people in Los Angeles. We went to a party he'd heard about and everyone at this party had gone to my school. I told him I just got to LA and was looking for a place, he said I could crash at his until I did. I stayed with him for two nights before I found a place. I got a job within 2 days of arriving in LA at a scam ad agency in Beverly Hills, it was in the Larry Flynt Productions Building on Wilshire and the office overlooked a Porsche dealership. I also got fired from that job 3 days later. I worked as a valet and then took job after job until I discovered background acting. I was 23 years old. I'm 25 now and since then I've been in over 100 tv shows (in the background).