Honestly, I Didn't Think That

I Have So Much Residue Crap In My Hair From Years And Years Of Not Washing It And Not Having Any Sense Of Personal Hygiene Whatsoever. Even Today, I Go Into These Things Where I'm Supposed To Be This Sexy Guy Or Whatever, And I'm Literally Asking, 'if I Get Plumes Of Dandruff On Me, Can You Just Brush It Off?'

Umm Thanks For The Phone. I Think I Already Broke It.

No, Not Really. I Mean, At The End Of The Day, It's Just A Part. You Just Go Into It, And Like Your Life, You're Walking Along The Street, As A Really Bad Analogy, You Step On A Little Stone, And It Just Kind Of Flies Away And You Have No Idea Where It's Going. And Then You Are Just Trying Not To Drown Afterwards. And That's My Life. See, That Was Really Terrible.

If I Could Get Any Semblance Of - It's Not Really Anonymity, But A Little Bit More - Control Over My Public Image, I Guess That Would Be Nice.

Most Of The Time I'm By Myself Finding The Next Thing. Being An A&r Guy, Basically. I Don't Know How Long I Can Do This For. I'm Constantly Fascinated By Actors Who Are So Confident With Their Career That They Do A Project And Then Go On Vacation.