To take a week long story with many ups and downs and bring you up to speed: I mailed in my picture to be considered for an extra in Kevin Smith’s next movie, about to start filming in Pittsburgh. I was called by casting, who wanted me to be the stand in and body double for Seth Rogan’s character. I was told to stop shaving and be ready in 10 days. Later they would clarify that I was only needed as a photo double, but I’d be able to use vacation days and be in the movie. I was called just today and told not to come - they had found someone else. It feels like I was at Natalie Portman’s door after she asked me over to be in her sex tape and ensuing relationship but as I knocked on her door, dick in hand, her agent cracked the door just enough for me to see her getting fucked by an uglier version of me. This is after I told a lot if people I care about and launching our collective hopes sky high only to crash and burn in front of my very eyes. I learned to never have expectations because then I can’t be disappointed, and never tell anyone anything until it actually goes through. “Oh, hey Mom and Dad, this is my wife and child. Yeah, I didn’t want to tell anybody in case things didn’t pan out.”