Yellow.

So it’s August now. Eight months in and I wasn’t an expert in background, but I felt pretty solid about doing it day-to-day. That was the daily grind up till then. Since July, I wouldn’t say that I’ve been booking commercials left and right, but I was able to wrangle a few big bookings under … Continue reading Yellow.

A Real Number.

Every day that you’re on a production, there’s something called a ‘call sheet’. The call sheet is essentially the schedule for the day, who’s doing what, who is the key contact for each department, and who’s in what scene and where. As an extra, we don’t exist on the call sheet. We’re relegated to a … Continue reading A Real Number.

15 Monkeys and the Suicide King, Part III: Lord Dunkin’

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Walk the floor at any casino during a night during the weekend and it is an absolutely crazy place. Fortunes (or what seems like it) are won and lost every second, and the air is filled with shouts of exultation, profanities, and ‘MONKEY’. I have no idea where that term comes from, but I can tell you what it means. There are 52 cards in a deck, in blackjack and baccarat, a 10, Jack, Queen, and King all count as a ten. When you need a ten, people yell all sorts of things; Breaker Breaker!, Put a picture on it!, Throw some paint!, Big!, and of course, MONKEY! No one knows why, or at least I don’t. It’s just been passed down from gambler to gambler, until the origins are unknown. And that’s the thing about gambling. The history of it is an oral tradition, passed down from generation to generation. There are some things that can’t be written down, they have to be experienced. However, this is the story of a Jersey Boy in Lord Dunkin’s Court.

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