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[13 Apr 2006|06:32pm] |
The story of your life usually starts out like, it was a bright and sunny day. Your father said, are you okay, honey? And I said, yes, Husband, but I think it's time. So chaos and hilarity insues, and the story begins to sound like an old I Love Lucy re-run. But you know damn well in reality that it was a long, painful occurance that included cussing and maybe some sort of violence. You have to meet my mother to understand. She calls on schedule, the first of March to tell me that story. If I'm not home, she'll leave it on my answering machine. Next will be my brother, telling me that Mom was disappointed she didn't get to tell me the story to my face, and will proceed to tell my brother and my very innocent sister.
But if you have to ask me, I want to start the story from when I was four, and decided that was early enough to retire. Of course, like a child, I decided by the time Hollywood appealed, I was 10 and ready to go at it one more time. This is where the music starts on that True Hollywood Story, and a flash of my very angry or very strung out face, and underneath it, a caption about a child star gone wrong. Do I even count as a child star? I was a teenage star. Preteen heartthrob, or, a teen magazine picture whore.
Hollywood will mix up the ages. So I forgot I was 22 when I was playing 18. Or I thought I was 15, when I was really 18 years old. I was the angry punk kid on that one soap opera. It was four years, just like going through high school again. But I was legal. I had to do the sterotypical twenty-something year old career move, showing up on one of those shows where the kids talk like adults and get into real adult situations. I would watch it and just wonder how I went from smiling big and holding a box of cereal to tormenting some pretty blonde.
We'll fast forward through the guest spots and the tv shows that never made it and the movies they show on Teen Nick. I got to play an ambigiously angry man on Smallville. Age unknown, but pretty much, the angry punk kid. Had a chip on his shoulder. And now? I play a man my age. He's still the angry punk kid with a chip on his shoulder. But at least he gets to laugh. It's a step up, let me tell you.
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