li'l cysta dontcha

january 20, 2005 (post data)

i've had this bump of scar tissue over my right eyebrow as long as i can remember. a month ago i was knocking my head against a brick wall we call acting, and the bump filled up with pus. it stayed taught with promise, but without an escape pore.
i got a shot of cortizone, the needle stuck right in the middle of it. boy we angered it. a little blood came out, but over the next few days, the steroids dissolved most the scar tissue. since then, i've had a puddle of pus under the skin.
like a feral wart, i had to let it out.
twice.
fountains of blood, cheesy flotsam riding waves of white blood cells, chunk cannons firing hard strings onto the wall, and always more blood, blood, blood.
i wish i had taken pictures.
anyway, i shot a ford commercial in north carolina yesterday and they had to put a hat over it. i told them i got hit in the head at a fencepost brawl. they didn't buy it.
by the way, they've "hip-cool-funkified" the ford focus. i was s'posed to represent the slacker demographic who would buy one. as the tye pennington-clone spokesman said "they told me you were perfect for this, a guy who looked like he could be stoned all the time."
i get sleepy when i smoke pot. is that a demographic? the sleepers.
yawn...super fuckin' yawn.