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time. I hope you’re still taking it seriously.”
“I am.”
“Good. I’m glad. You know how much confidence I have in you, Tommy. I’m still waiting for you to come in here one day and tell me that you’re quitting your job—that you’re going out to Hollywood. Remember—all I want is a front-row seat at the premiere of your first movie.”
“You never know,” I said, remembering how I was thrown out of the audition this afternoon.
“So did you come in here to talk about anything else?” Frank asked. “I have to finish looking over these books and then I have to go out and take care of a few things.”
“Actually, I was having a little problem and I thought you could help me out.”
“Help you out with what?” Frank said, like he knew what was coming.
“I know I’m a few weeks ahead on my salary already, but I was hoping you could, you know—shoot me a little advance.”
Frank was glaring at me.
“Are you gambling again?”
I was ready to say no—make up some story—but I couldn’t bullshit Frank. The guy had been like a father to me—the father I’d always wished I’d had.
“A little bit,” I said.
“How much is a little bit?”
“I just need a few hundred bucks,” I said, “for rent and bills and—”
“What are you trying to do,” Frank said, “screw up your life? Why are you wasting your time gambling? You’re how old now, thirty-two, thirty-three? This is the time you should be going all-out, trying to make it with your acting.”
“Look, I don’t need the speech, all right—”
“Then what will it take to get through to you? You always tell me you’re through gambling, you’re gonna give it up—”
“I have it under control.”
“Under control? Meanwhile, you keep blowing your money at the track, coming to me for advances, and you think you have it under control? How much money are you into me for? A thousand, two thousand? You’re a compulsive gambler, Tommy. You have a sickness—like drinking, like anything else.”
I stood up and said, “Look, if you don’t want to give me the money you don’t have to.”
“You have to learn your lesson eventually. Maybe this’ll be your wake-up call. Maybe you’ll start going to G.A. like you should’ve months ago. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to bail you out this time.”
“Fine,” I said.
“I’m doing this for your own good Tommy. You know how much I care about you. Maybe now you won’t throw your life away.”
I left Frank’s office and went to the bar. I poured myself a pint of Sam Adams. I was pissed off at Frank for being so tough on me when he was so soft on his wife, but I knew he was right about one thing—gambling wasn’t the answer. Whenever I was at the track or the OTB, around all those degenerates, I always felt like the world’s biggest loser.
But the only way to make money fast was to win it and I knew I could win ten grand. I just needed a stake to bet with and then I had to get on a little hot streak. My only problem was getting the stake.
It was a slow night at the door which gave me a lot of time to think.
At midnight, Janene showed up. Until I saw her walk into the bar I’d completely forgotten about our date tonight.
“You look great,” I said, and it was true. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight purple velvet top.
“Thanks,” she said. “So do you.”
We hung out by the door, talking. She asked me how my audition went and I said, “Okay.” She said she hoped I got the part and I said, “I wouldn’t bet on it.” I got off work early, around one-thirty, and Janene and I left the bar together.
“So do you want to go to a diner or something?” I asked.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really, but I can always eat.”
“If you want we can just go back to my place—you know, to hang out and talk.”
Janene had had a couple of drinks at the bar and she seemed a little drunk.
“You sure you want to do that?” I said. “I mean I remember what you
“I am.”
“Good. I’m glad. You know how much confidence I have in you, Tommy. I’m still waiting for you to come in here one day and tell me that you’re quitting your job—that you’re going out to Hollywood. Remember—all I want is a front-row seat at the premiere of your first movie.”
“You never know,” I said, remembering how I was thrown out of the audition this afternoon.
“So did you come in here to talk about anything else?” Frank asked. “I have to finish looking over these books and then I have to go out and take care of a few things.”
“Actually, I was having a little problem and I thought you could help me out.”
“Help you out with what?” Frank said, like he knew what was coming.
“I know I’m a few weeks ahead on my salary already, but I was hoping you could, you know—shoot me a little advance.”
Frank was glaring at me.
“Are you gambling again?”
I was ready to say no—make up some story—but I couldn’t bullshit Frank. The guy had been like a father to me—the father I’d always wished I’d had.
“A little bit,” I said.
“How much is a little bit?”
“I just need a few hundred bucks,” I said, “for rent and bills and—”
“What are you trying to do,” Frank said, “screw up your life? Why are you wasting your time gambling? You’re how old now, thirty-two, thirty-three? This is the time you should be going all-out, trying to make it with your acting.”
“Look, I don’t need the speech, all right—”
“Then what will it take to get through to you? You always tell me you’re through gambling, you’re gonna give it up—”
“I have it under control.”
“Under control? Meanwhile, you keep blowing your money at the track, coming to me for advances, and you think you have it under control? How much money are you into me for? A thousand, two thousand? You’re a compulsive gambler, Tommy. You have a sickness—like drinking, like anything else.”
I stood up and said, “Look, if you don’t want to give me the money you don’t have to.”
“You have to learn your lesson eventually. Maybe this’ll be your wake-up call. Maybe you’ll start going to G.A. like you should’ve months ago. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to bail you out this time.”
“Fine,” I said.
“I’m doing this for your own good Tommy. You know how much I care about you. Maybe now you won’t throw your life away.”
I left Frank’s office and went to the bar. I poured myself a pint of Sam Adams. I was pissed off at Frank for being so tough on me when he was so soft on his wife, but I knew he was right about one thing—gambling wasn’t the answer. Whenever I was at the track or the OTB, around all those degenerates, I always felt like the world’s biggest loser.
But the only way to make money fast was to win it and I knew I could win ten grand. I just needed a stake to bet with and then I had to get on a little hot streak. My only problem was getting the stake.
It was a slow night at the door which gave me a lot of time to think.
At midnight, Janene showed up. Until I saw her walk into the bar I’d completely forgotten about our date tonight.
“You look great,” I said, and it was true. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight purple velvet top.
“Thanks,” she said. “So do you.”
We hung out by the door, talking. She asked me how my audition went and I said, “Okay.” She said she hoped I got the part and I said, “I wouldn’t bet on it.” I got off work early, around one-thirty, and Janene and I left the bar together.
“So do you want to go to a diner or something?” I asked.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really, but I can always eat.”
“If you want we can just go back to my place—you know, to hang out and talk.”
Janene had had a couple of drinks at the bar and she seemed a little drunk.
“You sure you want to do that?” I said. “I mean I remember what you
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