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My friend Bill says male leads are insipid.
Youth ain't insipid; youth you don't know you're no lead.
But while you don't know you can never be a character actor.
Follows, the second you do know you're no lead, you're a c.a.
This is a threshold moment to the extent architectural metaphors should ever be tolerated.
You suspect I suspect that I might be a character actor.
(I mentioned a friend Bill, so you knew this is one of those things where the talker exists.)
I have never in my life met a character actor like me.
Maybe Bill; I sure wish I was Bill; albeit Bill sure was a loser.
Bill was a spectacular loser.
He won the loser lottery and loved it.
The tide that swept him out of hearth and home into garbage he took like an Elijah grab.
You should hear him go on about it.
You'd almost think life was about how much you passed, not got.
Falling you see more stuff at more angles.
The kind of seeing that changes your face and gives you a one-man accent.
I wish I was Bill but am put off by a couple aspects of the losing thing.
Ergo I am no character actor.
Ergo a leading male.
Come do my hair.