I work as A sales rep and I freelance when possible, I am also going to hopefully start getting some acting work in promotional and T.V. spots. only trouble is when ever i come up with the money for home carts the big man upstairs decides to have some fun at my expense and make my life A living hell. from my transmision craping out to some other random shit, its like the gods above dont want my ass playin the neo. for now i am stuck with the cd, SIGH.
now for my next run of bad luck, just watch my tax return come back saying that I owe like $1000 to uncle sam. and I hardly worked at all last year! some one up there really hates my ass!
[This message has been edited by ORPHEUS (edited April 26, 2001).]