still workin' it

at my mom's request, i am recounting to you the story of this week's work on pirates 3. very early monday morning, i received one of those calls on my cell phone that i did not recognize. i answered.

greg was putting out a rush call for 6 soldiers, and he asked if i could make it down to redondo beach soon. i immediately said yes, of course. i looked at the clock, noticed that it was nearly 6 am, and groggily walked to the bathroom. i looked in the mirror. i saw my face. crap, i had forgotten about my ridiculous black eye. obviously i couldn't make the shoot that day. i called greg back.

"greg, i'm sorry, i totally forgot, but i got a huge black shiner this weekend. it's pretty nasty. i don't think i can make it to the shoot."

"hahaha. it's fine, man. you're playng a dead soldier today. make-up is already done."

i trekked down to the black pearl, off the coast of redondo beach. all week, i arrived black and blue at 5 am, ready to play a dead soldier. sag voucher number three.