The Falsity of Reality.

I am going to be on a reality television show. I am not kidding. People usually talk about how they would like to be stuck in a million dollar loft with eight other people or trapped on an island for three months, but I am going to do this. I am privately auditioning for Simon Cowell's new project "America's Got Talent" - which is the worst title ever, by the way - playing guitar and singing pretty. So, come Monday morning I will be standing in front of some quack-assed panel of 'celebrity' judges who will berate me and make me sign a waiver so they can put my visage on the air waves at high frequency. If I succeed in the audition, I will be in L.A. all summer long. If not, you will see me on the "disaster" reel. Sigh. Life comes down to these moments of "what the fuck, man?!?!" way, way, way too often.