We've all had that moment, when you were on the Oscar track. I mean my broken toy soldier on the jury number 2 was the best broken toy soldier on the jury number 2 that was ever seen at Nichol Jr High in the 80's. The school newspapers raved about my facial expressions which showed the depth of disgust that my character felt towards the neglectful children of fart town.
I was convinced that I needed an agent to filter the crap scrips that would come my way from the ones truly worthy of my attention and artistic ambitions.
Sadly I suppose I was too particular, and my next triumphant moment came 30 years as back ground dancer number 3 with non discript girl where our lines were throwing the words Banana banana back and forth like we were having a conversation with each other. With fake laughter"
It was a triumph. I intend to open up a acting studio to teach the art of acting to actors.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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