You can have anything you want if you believe in it enough...
...however, be careful what you want.
Like for example; You could say to yourself, "Man, I want a really Hot Chick in bed with me right now!" And one day you could be banging a girl in your bed who suddenly and spontaneously bursts into flame without explanation.
It happens.
A long time ago I used to have a TV Show, it was fun for awhile and when it became not very much fun at all I quit, but it became even more popular in reruns and I began to miss it.
Or miss what it could bring to me.
I want another TV Show!
In Hollywood over the holidays I was in talks with a man who had approached me with the idea of doing a show similar to one I've been thinking about for a few years. This man created one of the biggest rated specials in the history of Fox Television. I knew his name and work when he contacted me. The guy is huge! He wants me to be a part of the show!
Then out of the blue another show contacted me the next day, after they had seen a series of videos I posted on YouTube and one that appeared on CBS, BBC and The Maury Povich Show... They wanted to shoot their pilot around the subject and location I covered in some of the videos.
Two shows with similar subjects contacting me two days apart... That's Amazing!
But we'll see what happens. You never know about these things.
I hope I came across okay in the video they shot of me. I was trying to be cool, clear, exciting and sexy. I even wore girdle to hold my stomach in and stuffed a few tube socks in my pants to give me that "something extra" magic.
But as the night went on and my shots were delayed, there was a lot of standing around so the socks became dislodged and made their way around under my crotch and nestled themselves uncomfortably in the crack of my ass, making it painful to sit down during my interview. There were many people on the crew, I felt self conscious about digging around in my pants to adjust my junk, so for the shots of me standing or showing people around, that bulge in the back of my pants surely must have looked like I had dropped a load in my Huggies.
The next day a little kid at work wanted to know if I thought those "ghost hunting" shows were real? So I asked, "What do you think?"
"I don't believe in that paranormal crap!" he said.
Being silly I mawkishly said, "You are such a skeptic, you probably think everything Cris Angel and David Blaine does is fake!"
His face changed and he said very seriously, "Oh no! They levitate and walk on water! Out in the streets in front of people... How can you fake what they do?"
What can you say to that?
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