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Memorizing these Spanish words bored me so I grabbed the weed bowl, lit it and repeated, “Bueno. Bueno. Bueno. Bueno hoy. Bueno hoy!” I took another long hit. “Bueno hoy.” I looked at the clock. Because of Adam, I was left to study my three line script with smoke that would make Californian glaucoma patients jealous. I looked at the clock again, drank a bottle of wine and said, “Bueno y rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Confident that I could still roll my R’s, I passed out.

That audition wasn’t going to make me a star but it was a television commercial. During the audition I had a stoners cough, meaning like a cigarette smoker’s cough but less hoarse and more constant. I forgot even, “Bueno hoy.” The production company likely fired whoever pulled my picture and said, “Let's invite her.”