I look like the kind of guy who has a bottle of beer in my hand.
I don't have friends, I have thousands of acquaintances. No friends. I figured I had a wife and children.
Audiences like to see the bad guys get their comeuppance.
The fear really hits you. That's what you feel first. And then it's the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself.
Maybe I'm too masculine. Casting directors cast in their own, or an idealized image. Maybe I don't look like anybody's ideal.
