The 11th of May 1993 – Los Angeles, California

(found in that circle, the one cut out of Randy’s big donut)

Listen Kid,

I’m sorry to disappoint you, and I’m sorry because you’ve got talent. You’ve got talent somewhere, I’m sure. The problem is that it’s just not on the surface. You’ve got to do a little more digging, or maybe try digging in a different spot.

You learn some things over the years, kid. Some of the lessons are easy, you know, happy things like what it means when the pretty girl with the fake boobs smiles at you from across the pool. But most of the lessons are hard, you know, like what it means when that pretty girl frowns at you and reaches for your drink. But hey, at least you’re still getting wet.

Kid, I’ll tell you something, just because I’ve seen you so much that I’m starting to think of you like a son or something. I grew up out in the sticks, about as far from this hellhole as you could think. Of course I didn’t figure out the hellhole part of this city until I’d already sold my soul to a guy who turned out to be the devil, but that’s a different story.

When I was little, I’d play football indoors with my dad. He always wanted me, some puny kid with glasses, to be an athlete, a star.

We’d always play tackle, and he’d kneel down on the carpet. He’d usually let me score whenever I wanted, but sometimes he’d squat right in front of the wall and tell me to rush at him. I’d run full speed, with my head down and all that, right to him. When I was maybe six inches from the wall, he’d hold his arm out and catch me against his elbow.

He’d hold me there, right in place. He’d tell me to keep trying and to keep driving my legs, and I’d squirm and squirm and fight and go nowhere.

Eventually he’d let me go. I’d jump forward and smack my face right against the wall. Every time he held me like that, I’d fight and kick, and every time I’d end up smacking my face right against that wall. Sometimes I’d be fine. Sometimes I’d bruise my nose or cut my lip. At least, though, I always scored. That’s what I thought.

Kid, what I didn’t know way back then was that sometimes you gotta give up. Sometimes you gotta stay clean and you gotta stay strong. There’s no use just getting your face bloody over a bunch of nonsense that doesn’t mean much anyway.

Long story short is this. You were fine, just fine, but you aren’t getting the job. We appreciate your tenacity and your spirit. It’s all very endearing, but try something else for a change. Stop sending me your headshots.

But kid, remember, you got a future at least.

Jon Glass, CSA

 

Please check out the other great submissions to this week’s writing challenge here:

 

 

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  2. Age Illusions and Disillusions: Men and Women Turning Thirty (Weekly Writing Challenge) | Ana Linden
  3. Mourning the end of a Chapter | A Fit and Focused Future
  4. Premiere… | Words ‘n Pics…
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  6. A Hand Across the Ages | Toss the Typewriter
  7. That Age Old Question | Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings
  8. You know those giant pill holders? I have one. | poema
  9. The 18th of August 1941 – Germantown, Maryland | Forgotten Correspondence
  10. Things I cannot change | Lesie’s World
  11. The Golden Years | Starting Write Now
  12. A Soundtrack to the Ageing Process | Fun with Depression
  13. Golden Years | Jennifer Paige
  14. The Loss of Youth | adventures in adulting*
  15. Weekly Writing Challenge:Golden Years | Simply about Life
  16. Sorry Stevie | fifty5words
  17. Middle March | Love in the Spaces
  18. Oh No! I’ve Turned Into My Own Mom Parenting A Child Who Is Just Like Me | . . . Furthest Sense
  19. Effectively Ageless | rarasaur
  20. Golden Years | hello from Sandy
  21. Positive(ly) thought(less) | soulfoood
  22. Into the unknown | Colour the moment
  23. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years | Purplesus’ Blog
  24. Age ain’t nothin’ but a number… | The Mrs. Z Files
  25. On Being Where I Am | Imperfect Happiness
  26. The Sociopath At The High School Reunion | Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
  27. Maybe Not | Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
  28. My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself | An Upturned Soul
  29. DP Challenge: How I made myself old | one hundred thousand beats per day
  30. Playing the Generation Game | I’m Drew Llew, how do you do?
  31. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years, 13.03.14 | Markie’s Daily Blog
  32. My Memories – Oops, I Mean Memoirs – Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years | writesomethingtoday
  33. I’m Young, Get Over It | Victim to Charm
  34. Centenary Sparkle | litadoolan
  35. Weekly Writing Challenge – Golden Years | Joe’s Musings
  36. It’s All a State of Mind | The Silver Leaf Journal
  37. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years | MAGGIE’S BLOG
  38. Golden Years | Random & Real
  39. Recess | Arriving at Departure
  40. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years | Contemplating Death | undefined by design
  41. Age is an illusion… | Danubelle
  42. What Does Age Say About You? | Stuphblog
  43. Puffing and Panting. | Trucker Turning Write
  44. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years |
  45. What is it about 40? | Forty, c’est Fantastique !
  46. Waiting For The Golden Years | Life in a Basket
  47. Finding Our Way | Icelandica
  48. Aging the American Way – Evelyne Holingue
  49. goldenage | walktalk
  50. No Inspiration | Live, Love and Dance
  51. Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years – Why I Am Not Looking Forward To Turning 30 | So I want to be an author…
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