SIX YEARS A SLAVE BY LAURENCE CORMAN ALAGATI - Part 3
Dear Jimmy,
The so called golden age of television was not so golden for all of us. Stuck within the crevices of its vast cushion, known only to fat-assed, lean-brained folks of the middle country, are actors like me. Enslaved to TV shows that nobody of any real significance has ever heard of by six-year contracts as unbreakable as the walls of my cell today. These TV contracts are taped up in the Network’s favor long before the job is officially handed over to the hungry actor, since that’s when the Network still holds all of their leverage. If you didn’t descend from a trust fund, you take the deal as a step up in the industry. The Network does not mention that they will keep renewing it year after year even if it isn’t a hit. Even when it’s absolute shit. You can't fathom why they would… They don’t let on that they simply need FILLER. That YOU are nothing more than a layer of protective BUBBLE WRAP against their bludgeoning by the Great Streamers.
You watch as your rivals earn street-cred with critics for their indie turns shot in New York City, and they all claim they wished they had my payday, but that is only a lie intended to accentuate their artistic superiority.
I've wondered before if I was born half-lucky. Half-lucky people are endangered by the fact that some doors open for them but the next ones don’t. The half-lucky man is invited to good parties but never great ones. The half-lucky man finds himself stuck in a hallway where the doors are all locked. The hall is littered with half-lucky mens bones, leapt over only by the ruthless.
Speaking of WHICH… did you see this obscene article?
Animal trainers are a psychotic species. Completely disconnected from reality, warped into animals themselves over time through constant contact with a species that dominates them. Chadwick paid Vicki’s rent, let’s not forget.
As if my seven year sentencing wasn’t enough for her? What else could she possibly want for me?! Ah, but I have nothing left. Which lays bare the fact that she is merely exploiting even the ghost of her dead slave-master and personally I find it disgusting and shameful but not at all surprising.
Animal Trainers are
I have to go. Article attached.
Signed,
L.C.A.
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Attached article from Laurence:
Headline of [tabloid magazine] cover:
SPIRITUALIST HIRED BY CHADWICK’S OWNER IS SAID TO PUT THE SOUL OF THE MURDERED DOG-STAR (WHOM SHE CALLS HER FIRSTBORN SON) TO REST WITH ONE LAST GOODBYE TO FANS.
Uncensored Transcript Inside!
“Lady gave treats today. Enjoyed. Sleep and breathe now. Satisfaction. Big word. Nice feelings. Where’s Lady? Oh yes. Hello Lady. Hello! I give now to Lady her dancings and she pays good. Thank you, lady. Delicious. Big word. Delicious. Satisfaction. Big one. Nice feelings. Man is looking. Man is looking again. Man is Dad? No. I don’t think. He is too much like rotten fruit for be dad. Dad is meat like me. Not the cow pussy man. Laurence Cor Man reminds me of cow pussy when I look into his heart. I saw cows many times. Many movies Lady showed me cows. Where is Lady? Hello Lady? Hello! Snack. Snack. Thanks. Snack. Thanks. Feeling. Man is bad. Sometimes I know this. Man with cow pussy fruit in his heart very bad. I can tell he looks at me with no snacks in his head. It is only his hand that gives snacks but every eye speaks down. I miss my fans from [Network]’s As You Wish now available digitally on [Network] exclusive new streaming app. Visit [Network].com to download now. Woof!”