Do you believe in ghosts?

If you'd have asked me this last year, I would have said no. All that spooky, paranormal crap was just that. Crap. I was the annoying guy who wanted empirical evidence for everything or else I'd dismiss it as nothing more than a fairy tale. I'd do the ouija board with my friends and push the planchette around so I could scare the shit out of them by telling them they were going to hell for fucking with dark forces.

Being face to face with a monster you never thought existed has a funny way of changing a guy's perspective, though. Imagine how much a mind can be changed if you actually become one of those monsters. I don't have any proof that the thing lurking in the closet or the boogeyman lying in wait under the bed is real, but I do know that things I previously dismissed as mythical creatures are very real. I've yet to see a ghost up close and personal, mind you, but if I could have been wrong about other creeps that go bump in the night, I'm probably wrong about ghosts, too. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and believe in them until I get evidence they don't exist.

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New plan

I don't impress easily when it comes to my intended profession. You've got to be pretty damned accomplished to even make me give a shit about who you are. So when one of the most powerful agents in Hollywood gives me free advice, you bet your ass I'm taking it.

Fuck the theater. Just because a friend of a friend got discovered that way doesn't mean I will. I'm dropping that shit. It's hard to get film auditions in this town without an agent but I've got a way around that. A little face time with a casting director will get my foot in the door and get me what I need to get started. I can be pretty persuasive in person.