So I was dropped at Georges Place just off Renfrew Street by a big Church... there was a Cafe way back then, there... I sat in it for almost 5 hours waiting for the moment of truth...
at the appointed time I walked like a condemned Prisoner to the point of expression and execution, I was ready to do my thang...
well that day I was fearless it was my one chance to actually persue something deep and meaningful, and a chance to do something frightening and exciting simultaneously...
I did my 2 Speeches One was Shakespeare; Brutus, "hear me for my cause" which I did with all the fake bullshit I had in me..
the other speech I have forgotten, well it is 50 frigging years, now I am an old wasted second rate non entity... With a small fortune but not much life left by simple mathematical logic...
Well I did get in and the next three years were a dream of conveyance to success and endless happiness...
but 98% of Drama graduates end up doing other things.. for more money, coz there is no Big cash in the chorus...
well I eventually ended in the gutter, but what does it matter... Good luck to you all who are about to fail... dont give up hope... not yet...
when you do, just go to bed till your dead... there is nothing that will save you except your own condemnation... The pursuit of fame you dont deserve is common amongst many a third rate human mind...
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