That Guy
The guy working barback at NoBar on Saturday night was definitely an actor. I recognized him, but I couldn't remember from where, since Corona isn't the best memory-jogger. He isn't a major name, but still, he's an actor. I almost asked him what he's been in, but the thought of an actor reduced to slinging drinks in North Hollywood is so stereotypically sad that, rather than be mildly flattered that some random schmuck recognized him, he'd probably be even more depressed at his state in life since my question would only comfirm to him that, yes, he's a recognizable actor who's been forced to serve drinks to make ends meet, and that could have plunged him into an understandably bad existential crisis, and I don't want to be responsible for some guy's suicide.
But he's definitely an actor.
"Come out with me.""Where?"
"El Perro Fumando."
"The Smoking Dog."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"If you wear something blue, you get two dollars off a giant blue margarita."
"You know, I make a pretty good living. I can actually afford to wear what I want and pay full price."
"I'm not promoting the economic upside as much as I am the opportunity to drink something giant and blue."
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