I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me,

I Was At A Small Private School In London. I Wasn't Very Academic. My Dad Said To Me, 'ok, You Might As Well Leave, Since You're Not Working Very Hard'. When I Told I Him Wanted To Stay On For My A-levels, He Said I'd Have To Pay My Own Fees, Then He'd Pay Me Back If I Got Good Grades.

Having A Persona People Recognize, It's The Thing That Probably Gets You Paid The Most - But It's Also The Thing That Virtually Every Actor In The World Doesn't Want. 'cause, Like, No One Would Believe Me If I Wanted To Play Something Ultra-realistic, Like A Gangster Or Something.

Smaller Movies Are Great Because You Don't Have To Argue With So Many People All The Time. But Really I Like Arguing So There's A Balance Either Way.

I Remember When I Was A Teenager Thinking My Girlfriend Was Cheating On Me, And Going Around Riling Myself Up. Pretending To Cry. It Was Totally Illegitimate-i Actually Didn't Feel Anything. I Went To Some Pub And Then Went Crying All The Way Home. And I Got Into My Dog's Bed. I Was Crying And Holding On To The Dog. I Woke Up In The Morning, And The Dog Was Looking At Me Like, 'you're A Fake.'

Recently I Stood In The Desert, Far Out Side Of L. A., And Watched The Sun Set On A Circus Tent From 1930. Every Where Stood Animals: Elephants, Tigers That Should Be Loaded Into A Steam Train. 300 Extras In Costumes Raced Around, The Modern World Had Disappeared Totally. Although That Was Totally Fake, It Still Happened Directly Before My Eyes! That Was My Perfect Day. I Would Be Gladly Experience That Every Day. It Happens Continually To Me: It Calls Itself Work. That Is Wonderful And More Than Enough.