Will's diary
Monday May 13, 2002
9:00 a.m.
Prosthetics. It's my turn. Bill Terezakis remembers me from our exchange
the other day, "The poo guy." That's nice. For some reason, the
subject of bizarre sexual relations arises. Bill tells me a story of a guy
he knew that had an amputee fetish. So much of a fetish that he himself wanted
to sacrifice a limb and approached several surgeons in pursuit of an amputation.
Sadly, no doctor agreed; therefore, amputee man had to take matters into
his own hands. He stabbed himself in the thigh with a rusty knife and let
it rot for two months. Gangrene ensued. Amputee man now felt that his leg
was ripe for the picking; he went to the ER with hopes of coming home uni-legged.
Unfortunately for amputee man, he was sent packing with a prescription for
an antibiotic, now even further away from his coveted dream. Sick. It's too
bad that, for some people, porn just doesn't cut it anymore.
9:45 a.m.
I take a break from storytime in the prosthetics trailer to get some food
at the craft service table. Jonathan Cherry accompanies me for the shuttle
ride. Like little boys we talk of how cool it is to be able to play with
all these crazy firearms, dude.
12:22 p.m.
I've been brought in way too early today. I was finished with prosthetics
about an hour and a half ago and I probably won't shoot until around 8:00.
Under ordinary circumstances, an actor is not allowed to leave the location
he or she is shooting at. But everybody's got a price. I bribe our 3rd AD,
Robyn, with a Starbucks latte so she'll let me go to the video store. It
works.
I expect an interesting welcome in the real world, what with
this freaky prosthetic scar stitched across my throat. I walk up to the clerk
at the video store. She's kinda cute, maybe the scar will be a cool conversation
starter.
"Uh, do I need a membership to rent here?"
I look so cool. She's totally intrigued…
"Yeah," A blank stare. She's totally not intrigued. "Two pieces
of I.D."
9:09 p.m.
We finally get around to my first shot of the day. I can't
really say anything about the scene as it would give too much away, but at
one point Jonathan has to follow me down a passageway. On the first take,
I do my thing, walk down the passage…it smells in here… maybe it's…DING!!!
"FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!" Jonathan's whacked his head on
an overhanging lead pipe. I ask him if he's bought his floaties yet for the
water scenes. My humor is lost on him.