I try not to “chug” Jameson.
…First of all, it’s “crass” and rude. One should only “chug” bottom-shelf. But it’s been a week. Plus, WHS Pimp has YouTube’d video’d me to a duel. He was doing Jagger shots, with Red Bull chasers. I figure, I already pull ahead by doing a legit booze challenge with a “medium shelf.”
…At home (alone) after a particularly well received Friday performance, (after a particularly shitty week at work), I am two full glasses of Jameson, down. Two swigs, like they were water. I recorded the last to turn in (as WHS pimp did) his own. I feel that I “win.”
…No “chaser.”
…Mine was two full tumblers. Straight. After a week we have shared. From hell.
….So, maybe, I’ll give him some lee-way.
…Anyway. I am writing this now: toasted. As I deserve to be.
…The show tonight was well received. We made people “gasp” and “laugh” and “yearn,” and I am home, directly after, reviewing my week.
It was the day in the life of an actor. In that it was repleate with shit having nothing and everything to do with it, And it was real,
My whole life has suddenly become, “real.”
This means something like: ” there are consequences.”
Decisions were made this week, which equal “that.” And decisions were NOT made, and equaled “that.” This is what it is to be a human, in today’s era. I kinda suck at it (is what I’ve learned from this week,) But never-the-less, here we are.
…From all the “shit” accumulated…the fact that WHS Pimp still exists (however short his voluntary term is), I consider, the ONE “blessing” in disguise.
…For now, else, we wait.
…As I do my final show in however many months it turns out to be.
Consequences.
…They are a bitch.
…But, perhaps, a necessary lesson.
~D
