Someone, some bloke goes “a splash of pink.”
Like that’s what all the extras on the film set have been told to wear.
Like I like the colour pink.
Like, in this reality film, pink is the colour they’ve given the homeless James Bond.
Spare any change, I say again to a passer by in my character actor mode.
A splash of pink.
When I was homeless in Phnom Penh, and I’d lost all my clothes, and I was soaking wet cuz I’d just swam out into the middle of the Mekong cuz I thought Mr. Fox was directing the whole movie from a boat – and I thought Razor was on the boat with him with Coco – I thought I saw Coco – so I swam in my clothes out to the boat and then swam back cuz it wasnt..
Then I found a T-shirt on the riverside that obviously the producers had left there for me – it fit perfect – it had a big pink J on it.
Now, J for Jesus or J for James Bond you decide…
Thinking about Coco and Razor and that cunt child abuser dad of hers Wesley fuken Taller aka DJ Wez T scorches my heart with lava-burning rage.
Spare any fuken change? I shout angrily at a passer by.
I get up, and move to the park, to lie in the sun and try to forget about all that crystal meth, coke-crazed, death threats to a little girl who looked to me for love and protection..back in Phnom Penh.