Cut the Shit

The Missing

If you haven't already realized...the missing is ME, Joe Cuttheshit. Come on ya'll...my sitemeter hasn't decreased an OUNCE since my absence, yet you sit there every day and don't comment and act all "Well, he hasn't written in two days, so F him."

Dawgs. So much has happened and that's exactly why I haven't written. Understand? I hope so. Cuz I don't have the time to really get into everything, so for now, bullet points:

1) I fell down the stairs. We know this, we accept this. Since that post I've seen a back/neck specialist and I need to have two months of Physical Therapy. Only hilarous because the place where I do this is a "Sports and Medicine" place and this dude failed flag football. Lame. So I will be with jocks stengthening their "bum" knee as I strengthen my "subway" arm. Oh man, I'm embarrassed. And if they ask me to use the Physical Therapy pool (a literal pool), I will say no cuz my body isn't ready for a big debut. This whole thing is such a hassle. And costs me a co-pay. IF ANYTHING, I should have carpal tunnel syndrome for lifting and eating Buffalo Wings every other day.

2) I was hit on by the owner of a Porn Company recently and when I laughed in his face, he grabbed me by the arms and kissed me long and good. I was incredibly turned on until he grabbed my boner and in a lisp said "Oh, so somebody LIKES me". To which I immediately rapped his knuckles and said "NEVER. I'm not into your story and you NEVER touch me unless invited." He then turned me around and grabbed me by my arms in a handcuff situation (from which I have the bruises to prove it) and I went limp and said very quietly "Get off". The dude had a phenomenal body and a gorgeous face, but he wanted me to pose for pictures...to which...I remembered...on yeah, maybe I'd like to try being an actual actor. I took my bruises and left.

3) Last week at the height of my pain, I got a call from my Junior Prom date (whom I haven't talked to in a decade) telling me that a highschool friend of mine died of a drug overdose. Immediately following that conversation, I reconnected with a part of my life that I had long ago forgotten. I was confronted with ALL of my fears about who I was and I opened myself up to the possibilities. I can't and won't get into the details of my friends death, but in so many ways, her departure was my rebirth. Babwa, if you're out there...Heathdawg...if you're out there...thank you for welcoming me back into the "friendship" the way you did. It's been a positive, but overall devastating event in my life. And at this point, I'm still not dealing with it.

4) BECAUSE...tomorrow I have an audition. A big one. Or at least bigger than I've had in a while. I can't get into it too much cuz I'm not putting any eggs in any baskets...but I've MEMORIZED my audition piece (most people would NEVER) and I've worked on it repeatedly with my girl Kelly...and tomorrow at 3:10pm I do it. I just shut the fuck up and do it. Holy shit I'm just going to do it. I can't get into it more cuz on my theater resume I list this site as an accomplishment, so far all I know, they're reading it right now. But after the audition, I'll give all the info. up.

That's it for now. Tyler barks too much. Paul and I fight and love each other to the point of confusion and I still think about my Rita and her beautiful Ruby every day of my life.

What else is there?

Be back soon.