Saturday, September 8, 2007

I suffer for my art

Up until 11:00pm last night. Up again at 8:00am this morning. No drinks. No breaks. People yelling at you. A smelly co-star (hint: it's Rick). I'm still not sure how I convinced myself to do this, but like all the greats, Will Ferrell, Chris Rock, Adam Sandler, Jeremy Webb?, I suffer for my art.

The Scarecrow

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