Homie said I would never work

He wouldn't be the last.

Agents are not purveyors of absolutes. But many of them often front like they are.

It was a freak “Ghosts in the Graveyard” accident that nearly cost me an eye. I’m being dramatic. But I can! It was my eye!!

And entirely my fault.

See, I had feelings about the accelerated tempo one of my grade school friends was using to count down his rendition of “nine o’clock, ten o’clock rock, eleven o’clock rock; midnight, midnight, midnight, hope I don’t see a ghost tonight!”

Because I was self-elected referee, I was more interested in not short changing the time we had in getting to our hiding spots than seeing where I was going, so I ran into a fence latch and nearly lost an eye.

I was tough about it. Till I saw the blood. Then, I panicked, threw a fit, and cried. But that was all behind closed doors in the front hall of our house. The kids on the block just saw me walk off like a wounded comrade. They didn’t know what a mess I would become.

What made my latest scar that much worse was that it came only days before a real live talent agent from Downtown was going to come out to South Holland, Illinois to meet with us.