Later that night I telephoned my brother and told him, “Hey! Today in El Centro someone tried to give me over a thousand dollars!” “What did you have to do to get it?” he asked. “Pretend I was someone else,” I said. “Shit, man, you have to join the Actor’s Union for that. Did you take the job?” I told him, “Nobody would ever believe me being me, let alone me being someone else,” and let him stew in that Zen-like conundrum when I hung up.
