Currently, I am not in Oakland, my beloved home. Not even in the Bay Area. Not even on the West Coast. I now call Brooklyn my home. That's right ladies and gentleman, Mr. King is in New York.
To properly understand how I got here, I must take you back a few months. This all began when I took the theater class in the first semester in Italy. After having so much fun with it, I decided this might be something I would like to do in the future. I made some calls and emails and someone suggested an acting school in New York. Sure, why the hell not? I'll give it a go. My boy Nick invited me to stay with him and his parents at their apartment in Park Slope and after I got admitted to the school, I jet blued my ass over here.
I planned on not just going to school. I planned on going to auditions and taking this charm, curly hair, and big nose to the top. I have been emailing people non stop trying to get auditions (gone to 3 now) and will continue to do so. As Mr. Puff Diddly P. Daddy Doody says "can't stop, won't stop"
I came here a week ago and it seems like 3 weeks ago. Between times square, broadway, brooklyn, the meatpacking district, alphabet city, muggy subway stations, and great bagels (Noah's is garbage) I have been around. I have seen folks I haven't seen in 6 months or even a year because I was abroad which has been great. I realized the unlimited subway card is the best way to go. And I have been stopping at all thrift stores looking to strike gold (heads up if you see a khaki or seersucker suit)
As I will recount my adventures from acting school to auditions I have come up with a little game for myself as I stay in NYC. As I am always taking the subway and looking for ways to get mind of perfusely sweating, I have decided my goal, while in New York this summer, is to see more rats than days I am here. To date I have seen 7 rats and this is my 8th day.
Who is with me?!
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