There is so much traffic on Saturdays and no one can get it together. And here I am…late, as usual, on the way to the theater in Downtown Chicago.
I had an audition beforehand near Wrigleyville.
And there I was-and they hand me all these sides-cold!
You think they could send them? No!
You think they could get back to me and let me know that I can have an earlier time?
No! Uh-uh. I get there. I go right in and I read ’em cold and what is it?
It’s a sucky audition.
This is…this is…this is pitiful.
This is peanuts.
You hand me the sides…you hand me them right before I go in.
A long-ass monologue about how I’m being molested and my sister killed herself.
I mean what am I supposed to do?
And I go from one promotion to the next. And you know…It’s like the same upscale bar where the people are pretentious and they asked me where I got the glow stick from and I told them: “up my ass.”
And here I am in traffic. And there’s the show and it’s at 2:00 pm. And it’s 1:40 pm right now. And what am I supposed to do?
I mean, the stage manager, she’s just like “of course you’re late…NA NA NA!”
It’s like, “You know what?!”
And it’s like I don’t even care any more. I’m doing the best I can trying to do everything. And there’s traffic and there’s construction. And I have no idea where I’m going anymore…I’m just going crazy!
I can understand why people are driven to drink.
I can understand why and I understand. By the end of the week..I’m like fried.
I’m trying to do everything and be everything to everyone all the time and all I’ve gotta say is…
There better be a miracle.
There better be a miracle before something terrible happens before there can’t be a miracle anymore.
Because I need a miracle.
I need something different.
I am so ready for a change.
A good change.
A very good, very awesome amazing change.
I am ready for it.
And it’s not gonna happen when I get the sides a minute before I go in.
It’s not gonna happen. It’s not gonna happen.
It’s not gonna happen when I’m doing the same promotion I did last year dealing with the same mother-fuckers.
It’s not gonna happen.
It’s not gonna happen.
It’s all the same thing.
everyone…
everywhere…
it’s the SAAAAAAAAAAAME THIIIIIIIIIIIIING.
And here’s the street and it’s one way.