As I mentioned last time (I really should try to update this more than once a month... I blame life and early onset Alzheimer's) I've been working on Splatter Theatre as basically the stage manager (assistant blood manager). Well last week one of the actor's royally fucked up his knee - and (as this play requires some falling down and walking on a blood soaked stage) was deemed unable to go in this week for his role.
What was his role you ask? Well read the post title... That's right a crazy homeless person. So who did they immediately think of... Me, of course.
I went in tonight, with literally an hour or two's notice. The role is completely improvised (thankfully - as I had no time to learn lines) and I'm still trying to get the smell of chocolate syrup (what we use to make the blood) out of my hair.
It looks like I'm going to be taking over the roll officially for the rest of the run - ladies & gentleman, I'm officially a performer at The Theater (and what's best is I get to mumble crazy nonsense about Doom while asking for spare change... Booyah)!
