He comes in and slams the door so I think it’s safe to say he didn’t get the part.
Well how do you get on?”
“I didn’t get it.”
“But why?”
“Fuckin’ guy interviewing was an anti-Semite. I mean what are the chances of not running into a Jew casting director in Hollywood? I think I’m cursed.”
“I told you not to wear that stupid necklace.”
“Necklace or no necklace that’s no excuse for racism.”
“Oh my god why what did he say?”
Well it wasn’t exactly what he said, more how he said it. Kept looking at me like I was some piece of dirt-the black bastard. I bet things would have been different if I’d came in rocking a spliff or some nation of Islam bullshit.”
It’s only now that he’s stopped moving his arms so wildly that I notice the cuts and bruises on his knuckles.
“What happened to your hands?”
He examines them first as if oblivious before replying, “Nothing.”
“I’m not stupid tell me what happened?”
“Look it was nothing. A couple of guys tried jump me that’s all.”
I quickly scan him over and notice his eyes are very red, but thankfully not black. I run over to the fridge-freezer and take out two bags of frozen veg.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll need these for your eyes to combat swelling.”
“I’m fine honestly.”
Despite initially protesting he quickly relents and takes his place on the couch with a bag on either eye. Well on the plus side I guess I was totally wrong about him not being as buff as before otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to take care of himself. As if missing out on a job isn’t bad enough without being attacked for no reason. What a sick world we live in.

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