The Disaster Artist #ConTENders 2017

During one of my many days working as a Production Assistant on American Horror Story, another PA asked everyone an informal poll question: What’s most important to you? A lot of people said family, financial security, or love. My answer was the same reason I came out to Los Angeles in the first place: happiness. Thousands of people come here every year in hopes of attaining happiness and The Disaster Artist, is about Tommy Wiseau’s version of that: The American Dream.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 75 “Relocated Families”

Chapter 75: “Relocated Families”

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Travis and Jason would often visit us to escape “The County” for a weekend or so, but Shawn and I (and many others) wanted them down in Bangor permanently. Some of our favorite times were with the cousins/brothers.

 

Finally, after college life in Presque Isle didn’t work out, Travis moved down to live with us. But Jason didn’t. I felt like a piece of me was being ripped from my gut. Jason was an integral part of our dynamic, and we felt lost without him. Instead, Jason stayed up North in Caribou with another one of his friends.

 

We didn’t approve of this other guy and worried that Jason might go down another darker path. Sure, that sounded like we were jealous but this guy was actually bad news. No matter, we wouldn’t dare to force his hand in uprooting his life even though it was with us loved ones, and so, he stayed home in Caribou as Travis made the trip down.

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Real Lyrics- U.N.K.L.E. “Wash the Love Away” (Feat. Gavin Clark)

I don’t know what it is about the late, great Gavin Clark, but his voice is difficult to discern. His lyrics are simple and his message is powerful, but damn it if the internet collective can’t agree on his lyrics.

So far as I know, U.N.K.L.E. has never released the official lyrics for many of their songs and so, I’m back to decipher Gavin’s haunting vocals once more. Without further adieu, here are the lyrics for “Wash the Love Away:” Continue reading

My Cancer Story Ch. 74 “Gone in a New York Minute”

Chapter 74: “Gone in a New York Minute”

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Luckily, the year wasn’t all low points. Up until this point, I had never traveled in any direction past where I visited my sister and her family: Plymouth, Connecticut. I’d been down there only twice: one for her wedding and once for my Aunt Marie’s Birthday the year prior, but I’d desired to go beyond this state. As a matter of fact, New York City had always been a dream of mine, and I had come close to applying to the New York Film Academy’s one-year Director’s Program before my Leukemia reared its ugly head. But I still knew that one day I would travel there and see the sights. I just didn’t know it would be so soon.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 73 “Anxiety Resurgence”

Chapter 73: “Anxiety Resurgence”

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“I could sure use a drink right about now” is something I should have told myself during all of 2007. The year was not kind to me in the slightest. It all began in the first desolate few months of the year as the winter winds howled on well into April. I had purchased a Little Caesar’s pizza kit from one of my managers at work and as we cooked it while watching The Prestige, I realized that my memory isn’t what it used to be. As a matter of fact, my memory in regards to numbers, names, faces, and more was exponentially stronger the year before I was diagnosed with Leukemia. It’s ironic that I would remember the moment I realized my memory was faulty but worry about remembering specific things properly. Wait; was it The Prestige or The Illusionist? Great.

 

I wondered how much of this memory loss was my own undoing? Were my several attempts at making peace with weed my mental downfall or was it the chemotherapy? And by the same token, was I really to blame for my hair loss by pulling out clump after clump while under the initial effects of the same chemo or was it merely my family’s genetics?

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My Cancer Story Ch. 72 “Once It Hits Your Lips, It’s So Good!”

Chapter 72: “Once It Hits Your Lips, It’s So Good!”

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“The better sex.” That term never had more meaning then at this point in time. I don’t hate on men but women had (and continue to have) a clear power over feeble-minded men like me.

 

Kyle had introduced us to his uncle and his group of friends during the summer. His uncle Ritchie was one of the kindest and most pleasurable guys with which to hang around and his friends were just as amazing. Shawn, Kyle and the rest of us would go out to “pre-game” at their apartment before they would head out to the bars. I was always one to be surrounded by drinkers but never one myself. My parents both had issues with alcohol and thus, I was still deathly afraid of heredity addiction.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 71 “Indentured Servitude”

Chapter 71: “Indentured Servitude”

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My job search continued. The need for a better occupation was not only fueled by an unspoken desire to fall heavily back into games but also to finally pay down these hospital bills. An easy choice considering the hours at both franchisees’ Subways were still not enough for either.

 

The newspaper again proved to be the opposite of help and I was ready to go back to a staffing specialty office until my neighbor friend, Dan, offered an alternative. Dan had been working security for Securitas permanently on the EMMC campus. Dan – never one to settle for unhappiness – had been perusing the EMMC system for other jobs and told me about a Medical Transport job at the hospital (located conveniently down the road). I was reluctant to work at the same hospital at which I was treated but knew that this might have been a viable option to earn enough money to pay off those same medical bills once and for all. In fact, to me, the idea of using their money to pay off their bills was deliciously devious.

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