Every body wants to be famous, it was promised to us all for at lest 15 minutes by Andy Warhol after all wasn't it. Some of us do it with sports, some reporters, some have become actors. Or in this case dinner theater.
The local media here is as uncomfortable reporting real news as the level of news there is in this city to report. I blame the locals.
I was asked to attend an event tonight, expected to sit in a mindless stupor in the media pit and report on a play. Those rat bastards will not get my attendance for anything. The fiends that they are, feasting off the bones and remains of decent ideas, I will not comply. They want the support of the underground media, not for a million dollars will I let them have my approval.
Tell me, do you not see an issue with a 60 year old man who still thinks he's going to break into showbiz by doing children's theater at the local church. There is something not right there when he keeps dating his 17 year old co stars. Not right at all.
I blame the locals.
Or a director who has her drug dealer on speed dial, all the while pimping her girlfriends as the next Marilyn Monroe. I still blame the locals.
No man, I will not give my support to this band of evil. And the worst offender of all, the towns own personal whore. A man so vile that he oozes sexual misconducts like a politician shakes hands. His smile is like a cloud of toxic fumes. No man.
I hate the locals.
* Asked to come cover the local theater group 2010*
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