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It’s coming back. So the world of reality TV is beckoning
"Eh, it’s me. Call me back I have some questions"
Simple voicemail. That's how I like 'em. Short, sweet and most
importantly under a minute, (try to use as little day minutes as possible)
Most voicemails I’m pretty bad at returning calls, usually I’ll try to
return them within a day. Two max. It’s inconvenient for everyone else but
that's just the way it is. Only exceptions are when it’s my mother or the
word "emergency" or "call me back quick" comes within the message that's
preferably under a minute. The emergency is self-explanatory and my mom,
well because it’s my mom. Rarely do I ever pick up the fun when it rings.
Yes, I’m a screener. Or have the ringer off. I’m usually to busy enamored
within my Madden franchise or
Medal of Honor to really focus on any other surroundings. But for some
reason I think this one is a little different.
My friend matt and I had many adventures together but the drought of
togetherness had been as dry as vermouth. It’s actually been over a year
since I’ve seen my best friend. With only maybe a half dozen phone calls
within the last year to keep the bonds still intact. But honestly we don’t
need them. He’s just scared that I’ll kick his ass in madden.
"M-e-s". That's what it reads on my screen when he calls. It used to be
"ass" which is still funny, but I have since then matured since I got the
cell phone and now I just have to say "ass" on my voice dial on my phone.
He got the fever again. He could tell the story. But he doesn’t have a
website and I do
"I’m trying out for a reality TV show."
He’s felt humorously slighted for me for a couple reasons of my reality
TV quest. I tried out for big brother and road rules without him. Even
though his ass was too old for one and he was married for less than a year
and made a judgment call that he not apply with me. And the fact that I
ruined his chances to get on fear factor.
I agreed to try out for fear factor with him in the summer of 2001. And
yes, I tried out for the show during the broadcast of road rules, but it
was more for companionship factor than anything. He needed to get his ass
kicked in "radio game" for 8 hours straight. But unfortunately two of the
casting directors were ex Bunim-Murray employees and another one was a
friend of mine.
"Steve?"
"Sup jay"
"What are you doing here?"
"I’m trying out for fear factor"
"No, you can’t"
"Yes I can, I filled out an application and everything see?"
I then flash him an application with just my name and number and "I
want a T-shirt" in huge writing scribbled in the space for the question
"Why do you want to be on Fear Factor?"
Never the less my friend escorted me out and basically nixed Matthew’s
chances for
I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to be writing this. This could hurt
his chances.
Any how...three rounds later...we'll see how it goes.
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