Back to Acting

I don’t have a job again. I’m looking for temporary gigs to work. I stopped driving Lyft. So I have a lot of free time, which I’ve taken advantage of. Also, I agreed to star in a film produced by a good friend of mine, Stazio. He’s from the Canary Islands and we met at Miami Dade College Film school. His brother, Vito, attended at the same time. Years ago I was in one of Stazio’s films. It was called Closh and it’s a psychological thriller.

Then later I was in another one of his films and I took it seriously and gave it my all, he on the other hand just said, “Fuck it” and didn’t try to finish it appropriately and make a good film, in spite of having all the necessary ingredients for a fuckin’ classic. In class after he showed the film I exploding in anger and verbally assaulted him in front of everyone. I stormed out but another student coaxed me back into class. Interestingly, after about 5 minutes I calmed down and was normal again. I just needed to vent. Yet, I believe some of my classmates saw me as a weirdo from then on. I haven’t acted for him since.  Now I’m hesitant and nervous because when I go into a role, I’m all in. I’ll do anything for the Director so I want to know he’ll do me right. I’ll do sex scenes, I’ll cry on camera…real tears. I’ll get nude. I’ll snort coke off a public toilet seat. You name it.

Financials are getting low, but my credit is still alive. I’m willing to max out my credit card to get by and not have to work a job that I don’t want. I’ve been applying for positions overseas, but nothing is biting.

Just been taking it easy everyday and give less and less a fuck. To not take life seriously. Fuck, nothing matters. Just money. I need that to continue my lifestyle. Drinking, druggin’ looking for jobs. Living off of credit.  Fuck, don’t know. Don’t care. Thinking back in the Madagascar days.

We filmed a ‘Pub Crawl’. An event where people paid a fee and picked up trash in between bars while their bar tabs were paid for.  We took pictures, video, and drone shots. It was coordinated by The One Hotel. The drone shots were sick. There was a lot of good people picking up trash on the streets and beach and setting a good example. Video below.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bym7en1gY9t/

Neal is back. He’s an old friend who, after living in Miami Beach for a few years moved to Connecticut, got married, got divorced, then moved back to Miami. On Craigslist he found a boat for rent. A boat you can live in. It’s got all the amenities. Like bathroom, shower, kitchen and bed.  I helped him move in. It was fantastic. We were on the water. The sun was going down and we were jumping from the boat into the water and swimming around with beers in our hands. It was a different reality than existing on land.

I’m still job hunting. I’ve had a bunch of interviews but nothing is turning up. I could jump on a restaurant job fairly quickly but instead I’m holding out for something video or photography related. It’s been a few months with no steady job only various filming gigs therefore I’ve been using the hell out of my credit card and I’ll ask my bank for a loan very soon.

Conclusion

When life fucks you, go on a boat you’ll feel brand new.