April 24, 2008
Hey, people. Don’t worry, I’m looking into a blog site. Anyone have a recommendation?
Two weekends ago, we shot the exteriors for “Happy Man’s Pants,” that Northwestern film I told you about in my email #2 (if you’re new to my list and want to see it, let me know). So far I’ve had seven or eight full days of shooting on “Pants” and they’ve done another two or three with Hank Hilbert, the lead. The DP’s taken his time (to our chagrin occasionally, ahem) and it looks pretty fantastic.
Anyway, this past weekend was a frickin’ nightmare! Don’t know if you remember, but it was in the 30s and rainy Friday and Saturday, and we did twelve hour days outside on each, Friday at the Morton Arboretum and Saturday at Horizon Horse Farm out west of Barrington. It was like a M*A*S*H winter in Korea, only worse, because Hank and I had to ride around all day on a tandem bicycle wearing summery Indian attire. We did get the shots, though, and damn if they aren’t comedic brilliance. Snap, Kunal! There will be a screening of the finished product around the first weekend of June for all who wish to attend.
For the last couple months I’ve been involved in a project called “Covenant Coffee”, and the brain-child of my friend Bryan Cohen. It’s a web-series that takes place in a coffee shop and examines the twenty-something culture against the backdrop of big corporation values. A staff of writers is well into writing the 16-episode season, production people are in place for when we’re funded, and we’re almost done with the documentation we need to start soliciting investors. Industry people we’ve talked to say it’s got legs. I’ll soon be helping make pitches to venture capitalists as well as mom-and-pop investors; “angels” people call them.
If you can’t audition for big parts, help develop them, I say – when we get funded, I’ll play the honorary thirty-something in the cast, the manager who can’t figure out how he ended up managing a coffee shop instead of doing what he wanted to do with his life.
Also, I’m helping develop a script with my friend from Assignment 47 last Fall, Josh Guffey. It’s about an insurance salesman whose moral compass flares up, like sciatica or something, and he needs to figure out if he’s going to continue down the path he’s on, or come to Jesus, in a manner of speaking. We’re pretty excited about the character and a plot is really taking shape. We dig that it’s pretty relevant in today’s political and corporate climate, where, daily, profit trumps decency and we call it what Jesus would do (oops, a jab at the right just slipped out). We’ll produce it ourselves and I’m going to play the lead. More as the story develops.
Beyond all that, I’m just painting a house in the ‘burbs and going to auditions and class. I’m studying at iO Chicago and am now near the end of Level 4. It’s tons of fun and I’d recommend it to anyone who wants training or who just wants to have a good time.
Hope this finds you all well!
Jake
PS – I’m tucking this down here, so those of you who only read the first paragraph of my emails won’t see it. So, OK, I was on the set of a Flashpoint student film where I play the love interest of the female lead. And on a two-day shoot, I blew out the ass of not one, but, count ‘em, two pairs of dress pants, and not because of my formidable junk. Ahem. Over the last couple months, since my Christmas-cookie winter and the hungry season of my discontent, my pants have been warning me that this might happen, and two weeks ago, it did. Twice.
The first blowout occurred early, three shots into the first day, in front of the entire cast and crew. I bent over to move a marker on the floor, and… Lights, Camera, Action - RRRRRIP, there they went. Hilarity ensued and spawned a line of dialogue that became the theme of this shoot for me - I felt the need to sneak it in on the end of several takes. This line will litter the cutting room floor or, if sense of humor prevails, it’ll color the outtakes reel. Those of you who were there know what I’m talking about. I can’t put the line here, unfortunately, as my mother will probably read this whole damn email. Sorry. If a clip gets posted on YouTube, I’ll pass it on, for sure.
The second rip happened as I was packing up to leave after my final day of shooting. Thankfully, I was alone and I had a pair of husky jeans handy to change into before I said my good-byes and left. To those of you who were there and didn’t know this second rip took place, my humiliation is now complete. Feel free to share it with everyone else.
In any case, since two weeks ago, I’ve been on a diet of sorts. I gave up soda and sweets and have been vomiting after every meal. Kidding. About the vomiting, that is. No sugar has made me a little crazy. Before giving it up, I walked around all Zen-master-with-the-crazy-kung-fu, like the son of Buddha or something, but damn, if I’m not so ridiculously addicted the stuff that when it’s gone, I turn into Chicken Little. I walk around all day feeling like something’s wrong.
So… the sky is falling, but I’ve lost twelve pounds. Another few and I’ll be down to my regular fighting weight and I’ll be able to fit into my superfly ass jeans again. Just in time for summer. Yeah, summer is almost here!!!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
#4 – B-Movie Madness
March 18, 2008
Shortly after I wrote my last entry bemoaning how utterly broke I am, I got a phone call from Milwaukee telling me I got a part in the sci-fi feature I auditioned for a few weeks ago. So, I untied the noose I’d swung from my sturdiest rafter and tuned in for the details, which made me re-tie the noose and hang myself for real. After I wrote this, of course.
The character they cast me for was a grad student friend of the hero, a scientist. We escape to a fall-out shelter with a crazy professor after a meteor strikes the earth and releases dust into the atmosphere. The dust turns humans into murderous zombies when they inhale it. At the end of the first act, we venture out to find other survivors, I get infected, then die and turn into the first zombie seen in the movie to that point. The project was named, aptly, “Dust.” Exciting, right?!
Not so exciting was the production company, which seemed really shady and wouldn’t commit on paper to the things they promised me verbally. And they didn’t want to pay much at all. It was all very porno. NOT that I know ANYTHING at all about PORN! All I can say is… ahem, I didn’t inhale.
I value what I do and think others ought to do the same – if I’m going to work for them anyway. It’s funny, I turned down their paltry dollars and insulting terms and what happened? I booked two print ads back to back, both with very respectable bottom lines, which will keep me in rent for another couple months, when I get paid, that is, in another couple months. Karma wails!
One ad is a panorama shot for Sprint like the ones they love to do. I play a construction guy in the foreground telling everyone what to do. In the background are people (a cultural potpourri the U.N. would be proud of) milling about on the street, going about their business, and all of them are on their wireless devices. If someone were to put a title on the shot it might be something like "Chaos: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Isolation in a Crowded Plaza." This one'll be on the web or on a flyer or something. The next one shoots tomorrow and it's for Solo cups. It's some hottie model and me at a high class party and we're both drinking mystery beverages in red and blue plastic cups. I call it, "Some Hottie Model and Me at a High Class Party and We're Both Drinking Mystery Beverages in Red and Blue Plastic Cups." The title really captures the essence, don't you think? Coming soon to
a newsstand near you! I think it's national print again.
So I didn’t really hang myself, I’ve never done porn, truly, and I’m still broke and famous, famous like the golf tip of the week or like the book of the month or like the new baby in my large extended family. And, after tomorrow I’ll be infinitely qualified for that beer commercial I’m vying for this year. Think major ad campaign everyone! It’s so hard to be a man of substance when a gallon of loose change only pays half my rent.
Best,
Jake
PS – Shilled Bush Light anyone? Speaking of beer, although this relates only tangentially, my new nickname for Hilary Clinton is Bush Light, as I don’t see much of a distinction between her and our current corporate-sponsored chief exec. I’m supporting either Barack Obama or Ron Paul for the residency of the White House, depending on if I wake up hopeful or cynical on election day. If I wake up pleasantly surprised, I’m writing in Bozo the Clown, who, dead or noticeably absent, would do a better job than anyone I’ve seen in my lifetime.
See you in the funny papers!
Shortly after I wrote my last entry bemoaning how utterly broke I am, I got a phone call from Milwaukee telling me I got a part in the sci-fi feature I auditioned for a few weeks ago. So, I untied the noose I’d swung from my sturdiest rafter and tuned in for the details, which made me re-tie the noose and hang myself for real. After I wrote this, of course.
The character they cast me for was a grad student friend of the hero, a scientist. We escape to a fall-out shelter with a crazy professor after a meteor strikes the earth and releases dust into the atmosphere. The dust turns humans into murderous zombies when they inhale it. At the end of the first act, we venture out to find other survivors, I get infected, then die and turn into the first zombie seen in the movie to that point. The project was named, aptly, “Dust.” Exciting, right?!
Not so exciting was the production company, which seemed really shady and wouldn’t commit on paper to the things they promised me verbally. And they didn’t want to pay much at all. It was all very porno. NOT that I know ANYTHING at all about PORN! All I can say is… ahem, I didn’t inhale.
I value what I do and think others ought to do the same – if I’m going to work for them anyway. It’s funny, I turned down their paltry dollars and insulting terms and what happened? I booked two print ads back to back, both with very respectable bottom lines, which will keep me in rent for another couple months, when I get paid, that is, in another couple months. Karma wails!
One ad is a panorama shot for Sprint like the ones they love to do. I play a construction guy in the foreground telling everyone what to do. In the background are people (a cultural potpourri the U.N. would be proud of) milling about on the street, going about their business, and all of them are on their wireless devices. If someone were to put a title on the shot it might be something like "Chaos: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Isolation in a Crowded Plaza." This one'll be on the web or on a flyer or something. The next one shoots tomorrow and it's for Solo cups. It's some hottie model and me at a high class party and we're both drinking mystery beverages in red and blue plastic cups. I call it, "Some Hottie Model and Me at a High Class Party and We're Both Drinking Mystery Beverages in Red and Blue Plastic Cups." The title really captures the essence, don't you think? Coming soon to
a newsstand near you! I think it's national print again.
So I didn’t really hang myself, I’ve never done porn, truly, and I’m still broke and famous, famous like the golf tip of the week or like the book of the month or like the new baby in my large extended family. And, after tomorrow I’ll be infinitely qualified for that beer commercial I’m vying for this year. Think major ad campaign everyone! It’s so hard to be a man of substance when a gallon of loose change only pays half my rent.
Best,
Jake
PS – Shilled Bush Light anyone? Speaking of beer, although this relates only tangentially, my new nickname for Hilary Clinton is Bush Light, as I don’t see much of a distinction between her and our current corporate-sponsored chief exec. I’m supporting either Barack Obama or Ron Paul for the residency of the White House, depending on if I wake up hopeful or cynical on election day. If I wake up pleasantly surprised, I’m writing in Bozo the Clown, who, dead or noticeably absent, would do a better job than anyone I’ve seen in my lifetime.
See you in the funny papers!
#3 – Seventeen Seconds of Glory
March 8, 2008
I really don’t know if the title has a thing to do with the content of this particular entry, but I like it so much I’m going to use it anyway.
As you may or may not have noticed, that Propel ad I did seems to have been run in everything from Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, Us and a bunch of other tabloidy mags to The New York Times, USA Today, both Chicago papers. Now the benefit of all that is that everyone thinks I’m famous and while there’s a buzz (hopefully) I can parlay that into a read for a small part in the new Michael Mann film. Rumor has it, however, that they’re looking for tall, skinny, oddball types, and, well, leastways that’s what I tell myself every time I don’t get a call about it.
Additionally, I’m so broke right now a can’t even pay rent on time, let alone buy a copy of all those damned rags to send to the casting agents in town. Isn’t it funny how things go sometimes? Anyway, I’m not worried; I play the lottery and I know a big break is right in front of me. I’m thinking a beer commercial (or five) will be just the ticket. And, how poetic that would be, no?! Isn’t broke-ness liberating? All things become possible again…
I’d still rather be an actor than any damn other thing I can imagine.Attached are a couple on set photos from the lottery commercial. My talented co-star was Jen Wojan.
Best,
Jake
PS – Seventeen seconds. Hmmm. Guess I’ve got the better part of fifteen minutes coming my way, right? Don’t everyone get all weird, I’m just in a spot this week. Hope this finds you all well!
PPS – Something good just happened! I found my CD copy of Wilco’s “Sky Blue Sky.” Yes, I’m the dinosaur who still uses CDs. This album is like liquid blue sadness pouring over an ethereal ice cream landscape – it’ll change your life if it hasn’t already. Oh, happy day!!!
I really don’t know if the title has a thing to do with the content of this particular entry, but I like it so much I’m going to use it anyway.
As you may or may not have noticed, that Propel ad I did seems to have been run in everything from Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, Us and a bunch of other tabloidy mags to The New York Times, USA Today, both Chicago papers. Now the benefit of all that is that everyone thinks I’m famous and while there’s a buzz (hopefully) I can parlay that into a read for a small part in the new Michael Mann film. Rumor has it, however, that they’re looking for tall, skinny, oddball types, and, well, leastways that’s what I tell myself every time I don’t get a call about it.
Additionally, I’m so broke right now a can’t even pay rent on time, let alone buy a copy of all those damned rags to send to the casting agents in town. Isn’t it funny how things go sometimes? Anyway, I’m not worried; I play the lottery and I know a big break is right in front of me. I’m thinking a beer commercial (or five) will be just the ticket. And, how poetic that would be, no?! Isn’t broke-ness liberating? All things become possible again…
I’d still rather be an actor than any damn other thing I can imagine.Attached are a couple on set photos from the lottery commercial. My talented co-star was Jen Wojan.
Best,
Jake
PS – Seventeen seconds. Hmmm. Guess I’ve got the better part of fifteen minutes coming my way, right? Don’t everyone get all weird, I’m just in a spot this week. Hope this finds you all well!
PPS – Something good just happened! I found my CD copy of Wilco’s “Sky Blue Sky.” Yes, I’m the dinosaur who still uses CDs. This album is like liquid blue sadness pouring over an ethereal ice cream landscape – it’ll change your life if it hasn’t already. Oh, happy day!!!
#2 – Happy Pants
Feb. 2, 2008
See PS below for upcoming event…
Last weekend and this one right now, I’m acting in a short film by Northwestern film student, Kunal Savkur, who won a College Television Award last year for a different project. He’s gotten grant money from Northwestern to shoot the present one. The good thing about that is that he has a bit of budget, which means I can have M&M’s (but only the red ones, because I’ll vomit if I see a green or a brown one, aahhhh! That’s a joke… keep up).
In the film, I play Frederick, High Counselor to the King. Hank Hilbert, the talented Chicago stage actor and distant relative of Francis Scott Key, plays King Randy, a very depressed monarch who can’t find satisfaction anywhere. Frederick tries to make Randy happy by throwing him a huge birthday party. A nutty wizard (playing himself, no joke, the guy’s a nut job) casts a spell on Randy, telling him that he must spend one night wearing a “Happy Man’s Pants” if he ever wants to be happy again, hence, the title. A quest ensues, to find a happy man in the kingdom and steal his pants. Throw a couple cute sisters into the mix and, voila, you've got a great short film.
My first day on set, last Saturday, rocked! The crew is fantastic and we, mostly Hank, actually, got a ton of laughs. Today we experienced a little drama shooting a Fado, the Irish restaurant downtown, when the event lady there freaked out about her event schedule or something. She started crying and a crazy chef came in and kicked us out, making sure to drop a few f-bombs and such. Fortunately, we had what we needed, shot-wise before the meltdown. Kunal and the crew were exceptional in handling the turn of events and evacuating the premises. Ah, the joy of independent film making!
Last week after I sent my first email, two things happened. Well, one thing. One big thing. Heath Ledger was found dead in New York. What a frickin’ bummer. I absolutely love his work and was totally bummed when I heard the news. All I can say is damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn…
The other day, I had an look-see for a print ad in which I had to bare a small part of my bum, playing the part of the big, sheepish guy who doesn’t quite fit into his hospital johnny. I call it the ass audition. I didn’t get the gig, but it is a funny example of how strange this business is. People make a living with nothing but their hands if they look good enough. Guess I should have listened to my mother and stopped cracking my knuckles as a kid.
I wanted to attach a small bit I did before the holiday, but can’t figure out how to make it work. You should be able to find it on the NPCA website – that’s National Parks Conservation Association. It’s a mock presidential campaign commercial for a big bear called Teddy Mather, a fictional candidate running on the platform of national parks conservation. It’s a fun little bit and for a cause I can get behind.
Most of you saw my lovely lottery commercial last week, so I thought I would take a little time and tell how that happened. Unfortunately, I’m nearly out of space, so I’ll figure it out next time. Be prepared for Seventeen Seconds of Glory.
Best, Jake
PS - There is a Guitar Hero fund raiser on the 21st at The Spot (Broadway north of Montrose) to benefit “Covenant Coffee” a web-series a friend of mine, Bryan Cohen, is producing. The event is a tournament, so bring your best Guitar Hero chops and win a prize! When we raise the money and begin production on the series I’ll be playing a very cool role. So… bring your friends, bring your enemies and bring $20 – open bar from 8 to 9. It’s for a great cause – my acting career.
See PS below for upcoming event…
Last weekend and this one right now, I’m acting in a short film by Northwestern film student, Kunal Savkur, who won a College Television Award last year for a different project. He’s gotten grant money from Northwestern to shoot the present one. The good thing about that is that he has a bit of budget, which means I can have M&M’s (but only the red ones, because I’ll vomit if I see a green or a brown one, aahhhh! That’s a joke… keep up).
In the film, I play Frederick, High Counselor to the King. Hank Hilbert, the talented Chicago stage actor and distant relative of Francis Scott Key, plays King Randy, a very depressed monarch who can’t find satisfaction anywhere. Frederick tries to make Randy happy by throwing him a huge birthday party. A nutty wizard (playing himself, no joke, the guy’s a nut job) casts a spell on Randy, telling him that he must spend one night wearing a “Happy Man’s Pants” if he ever wants to be happy again, hence, the title. A quest ensues, to find a happy man in the kingdom and steal his pants. Throw a couple cute sisters into the mix and, voila, you've got a great short film.
My first day on set, last Saturday, rocked! The crew is fantastic and we, mostly Hank, actually, got a ton of laughs. Today we experienced a little drama shooting a Fado, the Irish restaurant downtown, when the event lady there freaked out about her event schedule or something. She started crying and a crazy chef came in and kicked us out, making sure to drop a few f-bombs and such. Fortunately, we had what we needed, shot-wise before the meltdown. Kunal and the crew were exceptional in handling the turn of events and evacuating the premises. Ah, the joy of independent film making!
Last week after I sent my first email, two things happened. Well, one thing. One big thing. Heath Ledger was found dead in New York. What a frickin’ bummer. I absolutely love his work and was totally bummed when I heard the news. All I can say is damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn…
The other day, I had an look-see for a print ad in which I had to bare a small part of my bum, playing the part of the big, sheepish guy who doesn’t quite fit into his hospital johnny. I call it the ass audition. I didn’t get the gig, but it is a funny example of how strange this business is. People make a living with nothing but their hands if they look good enough. Guess I should have listened to my mother and stopped cracking my knuckles as a kid.
I wanted to attach a small bit I did before the holiday, but can’t figure out how to make it work. You should be able to find it on the NPCA website – that’s National Parks Conservation Association. It’s a mock presidential campaign commercial for a big bear called Teddy Mather, a fictional candidate running on the platform of national parks conservation. It’s a fun little bit and for a cause I can get behind.
Most of you saw my lovely lottery commercial last week, so I thought I would take a little time and tell how that happened. Unfortunately, I’m nearly out of space, so I’ll figure it out next time. Be prepared for Seventeen Seconds of Glory.
Best, Jake
PS - There is a Guitar Hero fund raiser on the 21st at The Spot (Broadway north of Montrose) to benefit “Covenant Coffee” a web-series a friend of mine, Bryan Cohen, is producing. The event is a tournament, so bring your best Guitar Hero chops and win a prize! When we raise the money and begin production on the series I’ll be playing a very cool role. So… bring your friends, bring your enemies and bring $20 – open bar from 8 to 9. It’s for a great cause – my acting career.
#1 - Acting?
Jan. 22, 2008
Hello, everyone, it’s me, your faithful friend, Jake.
What have you been doing, Jake, you may ask, since Fat City Mojo and The Summer of Jesus? Well, I reply, I’ve been being an actor in Chicago. Oh, really, and what have you been acting at? Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model. Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model, some would say that that's hardly acting, to which I would reply, You try fooling all those people into thinking you can model. Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model, some would say that that's hardly acting, to which I would reply, You try fooling all those people into thinking you can model. Check out page 13 of the January 24, 2007, issue of Rolling Stone, you’ll find a frumpy guy, grumpy at having to do some extra sit-ups. Ought to give you a chuckle.
My posting has been long overdue, but now that I’m thirteen pages from sharing the cover of Rolling Stone with my , um, friend and colleague, Johnny Depp, ahem, I can write with confidence about my exploits in the commercial world. First off, I got paid pretty well, making about two month’s rent for half a day’s work. When I start booking one of those a week, look out, I can pay you all back the money you’ve loaned me over the years!
We shot that piece at a small gym in Chicago’s West Loop area, near Ukrainian Village I believe. The gym, whose name eludes me, is tucked into the middle of a crowded triangle block in an old red brick building. All the other brick buildings on the neighborhood’s other triangle blocks seem to lean in on each other for support and the narrow streets are worn and weary and cracked. The area has lots of character and little in the way of available legal parking.
Saverio Truglia was the photographer, a very cool guy with an even cooler name. He’s very meticulous, spending, no joke, about two hours setting up the simple shot. More light here, shutter that light, no, not that much, more than that, OK, perfect. Mmmm, no, move everything to the left six inches, um, make that a foot. Hollywood this over the patch on the hardwood and we’ve got to shoot now because the sun’ll be gone from that window in twenty minutes. He’s fun to watch work.
Note: I found out once we were shooting that I was supposed to be wearing the gigantic sweats because they wanted a beefy guy who looks like he used to box heavyweight before discovering Twinkies and the other joys of a sedentary lifestyle. And I thought I got cast because of my hotness. Right there in front of all the cute make-up and wardrobe girls making this happen, I had a junior high flush-faced flashback involving “husky” jeans. Hmm, yes, I wore husky jeans.
Humility strikes when you least expect it.
Anyway, I figure I’ve got a few good tales to tell if you’d like to hear them. I’ve been in a bunch of short films, a web series pilot, a few other print ads and a commercial for the Iowa Lottery. I’ll attach that one for you all to see. Seventeen Seconds of Glory (not what you think, geez). Hey, I think I just found my next story. Tune in next time when you’ll all say, Ooh, Jake, you’re the best and we love you! Ha, ha.
Hope this finds all of you enjoying your new year.
Best,
Jake
PS – I’ve given up a lot of my more acerbic opinions in the interest of a healthy colon. However, for those who tune in for my political
Hello, everyone, it’s me, your faithful friend, Jake.
What have you been doing, Jake, you may ask, since Fat City Mojo and The Summer of Jesus? Well, I reply, I’ve been being an actor in Chicago. Oh, really, and what have you been acting at? Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model. Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model, some would say that that's hardly acting, to which I would reply, You try fooling all those people into thinking you can model. Most recently, I’ve been acting at being a model, some would say that that's hardly acting, to which I would reply, You try fooling all those people into thinking you can model. Check out page 13 of the January 24, 2007, issue of Rolling Stone, you’ll find a frumpy guy, grumpy at having to do some extra sit-ups. Ought to give you a chuckle.
My posting has been long overdue, but now that I’m thirteen pages from sharing the cover of Rolling Stone with my , um, friend and colleague, Johnny Depp, ahem, I can write with confidence about my exploits in the commercial world. First off, I got paid pretty well, making about two month’s rent for half a day’s work. When I start booking one of those a week, look out, I can pay you all back the money you’ve loaned me over the years!
We shot that piece at a small gym in Chicago’s West Loop area, near Ukrainian Village I believe. The gym, whose name eludes me, is tucked into the middle of a crowded triangle block in an old red brick building. All the other brick buildings on the neighborhood’s other triangle blocks seem to lean in on each other for support and the narrow streets are worn and weary and cracked. The area has lots of character and little in the way of available legal parking.
Saverio Truglia was the photographer, a very cool guy with an even cooler name. He’s very meticulous, spending, no joke, about two hours setting up the simple shot. More light here, shutter that light, no, not that much, more than that, OK, perfect. Mmmm, no, move everything to the left six inches, um, make that a foot. Hollywood this over the patch on the hardwood and we’ve got to shoot now because the sun’ll be gone from that window in twenty minutes. He’s fun to watch work.
Note: I found out once we were shooting that I was supposed to be wearing the gigantic sweats because they wanted a beefy guy who looks like he used to box heavyweight before discovering Twinkies and the other joys of a sedentary lifestyle. And I thought I got cast because of my hotness. Right there in front of all the cute make-up and wardrobe girls making this happen, I had a junior high flush-faced flashback involving “husky” jeans. Hmm, yes, I wore husky jeans.
Humility strikes when you least expect it.
Anyway, I figure I’ve got a few good tales to tell if you’d like to hear them. I’ve been in a bunch of short films, a web series pilot, a few other print ads and a commercial for the Iowa Lottery. I’ll attach that one for you all to see. Seventeen Seconds of Glory (not what you think, geez). Hey, I think I just found my next story. Tune in next time when you’ll all say, Ooh, Jake, you’re the best and we love you! Ha, ha.
Hope this finds all of you enjoying your new year.
Best,
Jake
PS – I’ve given up a lot of my more acerbic opinions in the interest of a healthy colon. However, for those who tune in for my political
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