I keep trying to figure out if my life’s a comedy or a tragedy. I think it’s a bit of both, but I have yet to see how it ends.
A lot of my friends–(which is a little, because I have so very few)–say I could be a comedian, but I know I could never do it.
It’s not that I’m afraid of being on stage, I’m not, but there are those rare times where you just stand on the stage, hot light in your face, and forget your lines.
It’s in those times where I know I should have been a car mechanic, or at least something where you wouldn’t be booed publicly for doing your job incorrectly.
Maybe I’d better be a voice actor. At least then, all auditions are rehearsed off a paper of electric letters. . (Couch Face).