Who the fuck moves to a major city (NYC) without a plan? What kind of idiot naivete must exist to allow something as ridiculous as that to happen!?
I knew I had to leave (long story, another chapter), but I’d thought of moving to downtown Philly (no plan there either, but it wasn’t HERE!). But I started “seeing” a high school friend who lived and worked in NYC, so Philly became NYC. Still no plan. I was not a baby either! (I was 28 when I moved!) Only true arrogance and naivete could allow shit like that to happen!
I had to pay rent, though, so I started temping (short-term work, sent by an agency; got me to learn the layout of the city by going all over). It, in theory, let me go to auditions. But eventually I got a temp job at Orion Classics, I saw Louie Malle, and my life changed completely.