You're That Guy

Wayne used to write bad cheques for pizza. Then he'd be chasing down overdraft payments with more credit and skirting bill collectors. A ten dollar pizza would end up costing him 60 bucks when all was said and done. Didn't matter that it was fantastic pizza- no starving artist can afford a sixty buck pie, no matter what the occasion. Sure he had a job now and two more gigs in the can. Hell, he can't go for coffee now without someone saying, hey, you're that guy! Aren't you that guy? Or Wayne's favourite, hey man, didn't we go to school together? Topped only by tell me what you've been in. Wayne's always polite and does the nod and smile but every now and then some guy gets in his face and after five minutes of badgering Wayne eventually tells him to fuck off. He doesn't care if some tabloid picks it up or someone tweets malicious bullshit because truthfully, Wayne's not that big a deal. There are days he wishes he had made better choices- financially, romantically. It's taken him til 43 to finally feel like he's living in his own skin, sitting right in the center of himself. After years of pretending for a living he's never been more Wayne and wouldn't you know, people seem to respond. Work is steady and he's no longer the self absorbed, emotionally unavailable, destructive thirty-something douchebag cliche of an actor. Or maybe he still is. The difference is that he no longer cares what anyone else thinks. He just smiles and keeps on playing.

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