Hell. (Yeah.)

Having people believe in you, even when you can't quite do it yourself (which I imagine is common for an actor), is fucking awesome. Actually exceeding people's expectations, whether they believed in you or not? Pretty fucking awesome too (a close second if they didn't so much believe in you in the first place).

FAUSTUS rocked, or so they tell me. I honestly wouldn't know; I was too busy sweating my fucking balls off, throwing every last damn inch of myself out there on stage until I literally collapsed backstage after being dragged screaming off to Hell.

This was what I used to pep myself up each night too, which will be same way I'll warm myself up before THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES:

Jules Feiffer + SUTHERLAND = win

Someday, I WILL perform this monologue at someone's wedding. Even if I have to sabotage a total stranger's wedding to do it.

The best part is that Sutherland is a pastor for The First Existential Church of Christ, whose motto is, "Christ died for our sins. Dare we mock his martyrdom by not committing them?"

Why oh why don't I own LITTLE MURDERS on DVD? Probably because I'm still ashamed of the fact that I never followed up on that chance to work on a movie based on the works of Jules Feiffer, with permission from the man himself. Stupid college, real life, and more important personal projects that matter more to me in the long run! Damn them all!

Still, a part of me still thinks I should do the damn thing before the guy, y'know, DIES.

But then, that story is so old, only about three of you here probably remember when I posted about that. That's 2004 shit, man.