So, sometimes I feel like a hoe. I have been “sorta” attempting to do theatre/acting in the city of Chicago. Going from one gig to another, skipping around from this company to that company, competing with each other…shoooot I get around!

I haven’t been putting in as much work as I should though. I am not sure if its because I am afraid of what might happen if I try and fail, or if I am afraid of what might happen TO ME, as a person, if I DO succeed. Plus, doing the whole disappearing act every summer, is probably killing my opportunities. 

Anyways, in the morning, I shall be going on my second day of shooting (as an extra so no big deal…yet) on the hit Starz show BOSS featuring Kelsey Grammer (Fraiser). I shall be playing ‘Hoodlum’ #4 lol just kidding. But they did request I wear as much Urban or hood gear as possible. I don’t know how much they are gonna get out of me because, well umm, yea Im 24 years old, I own zero clothes that would be classified as hood. Nor do I or would I ever WANT to own any clothing that had even the faintest possibility of being called ‘gear’ . I am not a robot or a machine. I never require ‘gear’. I wear articles of clothing and I am proud of it. 

The filming for this scene is predicted at approximately 10-12 hours…..10 -12!!! Are you KIDDING ME?! What the EFF can you be filming for that long. But to be honest, last time I was on set it took them, about 3 hours to film…i don’t know mayyyybe 45 secs of footage, and I am being real lenient by even saying THAT long. But hey it is cool to do and to say you have done, NOT as a career as some of these very sad individuals have, but for a time filler or a side thing, yea for sure. It’s great money for not doing much but still….12 hours?!!! I betta get some face time for that kind of length.

Considering how long the shoot is goign to be, I am hoping that AFTER tomorrow I shall have not only another book review but also the first chapter of NT( New Theory) ready for you. I know. I know, you are thinking, ‘How is he writing two books at the same time?’ You probs think, because I should stick to just one since I’m mediocre at best anyways, but I get bored easily and don’t want to wait to write some of the ideas, thoughts, and experiences I have down. So I’ll write them now…just as a separate entity.

Also, give me another series to start. Like I did the SUCCESS SERIES? I want to do another one. I want to do one that FORCES me to stay on track at writing SOMETHING every week. I did really well with the last one so I want to start another. Put your ideas down on here…let me know.

Chapter 1: If you have to ask questions…

” Ok so, I think that’s everything. This is our last trip up,” she says.

After fanning my shirt and wiping what feels like a million beads of sweat from my brow, I respond, showing my exhaustion, “Good, cause it’s hot out here and I’m gettin’ tired.” 

Checking for my stability, “You got it?”

“Yeah…” stress grunting, “I got it.”

“Alright then, gimme kisses. I’ll see you later,” mom proclaims as she watches me wobble away holding two too many suitcases and boxes. 

“Wait what? You’re leaving now? Dag, tell me how you really feel. Can’t wait for me to unpack or even make my bed?” As I mock her voice, ” ‘Hey, lets drop Cam off and be on our marry little way. He’s got it, he’s been to camp before, college is almost like the same thing!! Right?’ “

She chuckles, realizing her wrong, but filling the space with another punch line, “Well it is isn’t it?” 

I know and she knows her reasoning for trying to jet out of there. It was to protect and prevent herself from crying. Seeing her youngest son, her baby boy, her ‘quiet baby’ head off to college is taking a toll on her. Plus, I doubt she’s ready to be left alone with just my nutso of a sister in the house. 

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She grabs a box and my backpack that I have conveniently hung along the top my head. “Come on, lets make this bed and grab a little lunch.” As we walk back up to my room, I am told the floor R.A. was looking for me to introduce himself. I laid my bags at the entrance to my room and headed down the hall way towards where the R.A. was housed. 

As I approach the end of a hall way, this very big, in physicality and presence, statuesque, intimidating looking, 6’10”-6’1000” tall, black guy comes strolling down, no, more like marching down the one part of the hallway that has no sunlight hitting it. As he gets within 5-10 feet of me, I stop stand up straight, ready to shake hands and stand my grown. “Heyyyyy, so someone said you wanted to see me?”

He didn’t say a word. “Theyyy told me the R.A.’s room was down this way?”

“The R.A.’s room? Man, I’m not the R.A.! What’s up? I’m Jay. I’m a freshman. What’s your name? You live on this floor?”

As I hesitate from confusion and shock that a human could be this BIG, “Y.y.yeah, Cameron.  I live right there.” 

I point to my room, and he ecstatically points to his room which is only two doors down. I think I just made my first college friend?

I head back to my dorm to assist my brother, sister, and mom, in unpacking my room. 

We went to lunch had a good laugh and the next thing I know, I am sitting in my room, alone, with empty boxes everywhere, everything unpacked and overwhelming yet settled feeling came over me. 

I was suppose to have a randomly assigned roommate with me. A few weeks before school started, I got an email from his mom, his MOM, stating he had decided against school and wanted to stay home instead. What 18 year old man, in his RIGHT MIND would volunteer to stay at home?…PShhhh, his lost my…luxury! I have a room to myself now, no weird, noisy, sloppy roommates to deal with…except myself.