The Monologues
The role seemed simple enough.
Actor. Middle aged male. Impressive build. To play business guru. $20,000 payment.
Of course, I wasn’t male, middle aged, or of impressive build. But I was broke, on the verge of eviction and possessed the pluck that I could do anything, play anyone, be whoever I wanted. Maybe I was just another desperate actor, but from what I could tell, the only difference between guru and disciple was the guru’s ability to con everyone. And if not a con artist, what in the end was an actor?