“If a picture’s worth a thousand words, why didn’t I become a photographer instead of a voice-over?”
That was typical Bill.
No “Hello” or “How are you”. Bill always comes in with some kind of wisecrack.
“Why do you look so happy?” I asked. “Just watching you makes me miserable.”
“I think I nailed that last audition, man. I totally rocked the house,” Bill said, beaming from ear to ear. “I even added some special effects.” He made the sound of an airplane on the runway. I was utterly confused. What audition was the man talking about?
Bill is no Shallow Hal. Bill is deep. A while ago,