Here is a random Hofactiod (Hofzinser Factiod - see you missed me): I was a movie star.
In 1995 as I finished up my illustrious degree at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (anyone know who won the NCAA tourney last year?) I was cast in a small but pivotal role as a Harvard applicant in the shockingly bad movie My Teacher's Wife (starring Tia Carrera and Jason London).
It is currently running on Showtime for those of you that have mastered time and space with your DVRs. At almost the very end of the movie, Jason is sitting on the steps of one of the buildings at UNC. He watches as a father gives his son (me!) some last minute tips on nailing the interview.
It was ten years ago and proved to be a terrible choice for my career. I was forever typecast as the nervous Ivy-league teen. As I got older it got tougher and tougher to get those roles and the bastards in Hollywood refused to see me as anything else.
My affair with Tia soon fell apart. Her career ground to a halt soon after the movie. She still calls and emails me trying to use my inside connections to get auditions. I've told her she only has a few years left to explore a porno career but she can't wait much longer.
Jason never clawed his way out of the B-movie circle. He still calls when he's in town.
I answer if I feel like it.