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I laid out a not insubstantial fist full of cash somewhere in the neighbor of $250.00.  They were pricey but fun.  The minute I saw them I realized that instead of being stuck with the cast of the Adams Family in the back of this cold, drity downtown parking lot I could rollerblade my time away.  As long as I didn’t stray too far from the set I’d be available to step in for whatever background acting need might arise.  The main set where the extras would be used was in front of the Los Angele city courthouse.  My spirits brightened.  \nI very shortly found myself laying in some chow at the Craft Service table set which had been set up for the extras  Craft service is a generic term for the company hired to make sure that nobody starved during a shoot.  Just as I was placing a second miniature Reeses peanut butter cup into my mouth, mixing it with a handful of stale butter flavored popcorn, the call came.  \n“Listen up you guys we need four on set.  Two men, two women.  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It’s nice.”\n“Yeah, yeah it looks good,” the director responded.”\nThen Kevin Spacey came up to the director.\n“We get it?”\n“Looks really good, maybe just do one or two more times.”\n“Hey Mr. Spacey I’m a big fan.”\nI had his attention...and then some I would later come to find.\n“Thank you.”\n“You know a buddy of mine told me that Al Pacino busted you doing impressions of him on the set of Glengarry Glen Ross.” \n“That’s true,” he said in a genuinely quizzical manner.  “Not a lot of people know about that.  How did you find out?”\n“I don’t know, that’s what my buddy told me.  Somebody that he knows told him that you were totally embarrassed but that Pacino thought it was really funny.”\nAt that moment the first AD (assistant director) yelled out with the full command and presence of that drill sergeant in the movie Full Metal Jacket, “Back to one!”  Everybody, cast, crew, director, stray dogs, whoever the fuck, hot-footed it back to their starting positions.  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He was pretty fucking horny after a long nights shoot and made an indication as such by putting his hand deep up my leg.  Just at the edge of my cock and balls which were securely anchored and displayed within my black lycra shorts.  He gazed or rather penetrated me, so to speak, with his eyes and just the tiniest hint of a whispy smile.  More than slightly ironic.  LIke a lion which has captured it prey and is just enjoying the moment before the kill.  The second his hand set itself upon my leg I freaked out.  I went turbo, talking nonstop.  I was a conglomeration of Woody Allen, Gomer Pyle and Elmer Fudd.  Crazy super nervous jabber jaw, yammering on about anything and everything, all the while desperately wanting to escape the hand beset upon my leg.  A few crew members on their way to the parking lot bid him goodbye and nice shoot and the like.  You have to understand that at the time I had just come straight out of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania and knew nothing about the gay people or gay lifestyle let alone the verbal and nonverbal cues being picked up.  Kevin, in retrospect, very clearly communicated that he was hungry for my dick.  Unfortunately for him my dick and I were both decidedly straight.  Somewhere through the nervous storytelling of me coming to LA and growing up on the East coast and my foot jack-rabbiting up and down with turbo boosted “get me the fuck outta here” adrenaline, I was able to extricate myself from the tentacles of this movie star Kraken.  Fortunately one of the production people off in the distance yelled something about the parking lot being closed and if anyone had a car there they got five minutes to get it out or it would be towed.  That was my life raft off this Titanic of uncomfortable encounters.  Women, children, babies get the fuck out of my way!  I’m exiting this sinking ship stage left.  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It’s nice.”\n“Yeah, yeah it looks good,” the director responded.”\nThen Kevin Spacey came up to the director.\n“We get it?”\n“Looks really good, maybe just do one or two more times.”\n“Hey Mr. Spacey I’m a big fan.”\nI had his attention...and then some I would later come to find.\n“Thank you.”\n“You know a buddy of mine told me that Al Pacino busted you doing impressions of him on the set of Glengarry Glen Ross.” \n“That’s true,” he said in a genuinely quizzical manner.  “Not a lot of people know about that.  How did you find out?”\n“I don’t know, that’s what my buddy told me.  Somebody that he knows told him that you were totally embarrassed but that Pacino thought it was really funny.”\nAt that moment the first AD (assistant director) yelled out with the full command and presence of that drill sergeant in the movie Full Metal Jacket, “Back to one!”  Everybody, cast, crew, director, stray dogs, whoever the fuck, hot-footed it back to their starting positions.  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