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Help me bring back my character to the ABC series 'Lost'

I was originally cast as 'Jerome' but he was cut from the series this season (writer's strike, ugh!). I think the storyline could use another fleshed out character or two, don't you?

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Realized that you can't send me your comments through Tumblr (bummer), so I set up this email to reach me. I could use your support.

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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY NIGHT, MY FRIENDS

Our scene opens to a truly rad party at Matthew Fox’s pad (I think you’ll recall that he and I exchanged a few brief words at the kraft service table).  I have never in my life seen such a splendiferous feast of cribdom.  He had ice sculptures in the shape of pelicans, himself, Evangeline Lilly, John Leguizamo…  (Not sure why on the latter.)  There were multiple staircases going up and down and around his house - even sideways. He had a saber toothed tiger caged in his back yard.  There’s music.  There’s dancing. There’s lights flashing lights and papparazzi clawing at the gates to get in. Kanye, Beyonce, Carrot Top - they’re all in attendance, from A list to B list to D list to me…little old BJ.

Well, I am working this place like my life depended on it. Forget “networking” - I’m a god among kings.  Jay-Z wants to collaborate on an album, Steven Spielberg wants to produce my life story, Jessica Alba nicknames me “papa” and George Carlin is sitting on my lap, sipping martinis.

WELL.  Just when it can’t get any better, up saunters the casting director herself of what special television show on which yours truly was briefly featured and has yet to make a return appearance? You guessed it: LOST.  I forget that casting director’s name.  Susan?  Annie?  Apricot? Let’s call her Apricot, since that feels the most right.  So Apricot just saunters up to me and tells me how much they all miss me on the show.  Matthew Fox hisself really ENJOYED MY PERFORMANCE and felt that I BROUGHT A LOT TO THE ROLE. Well. Enough said.  I whip a headshot out of the pocket of my spacesuit (always be prepared) and hand off that bad boy for her usage.

You know how some dreams just feel so real, that when you wake up kind of groggy you believe that they’re true? Well, it’s my humble opinion that these kinds of dreams are a window into your future. If you can dream it hard enough, and want it hard enough, it will come to be, and good dreams like mine are the first sign that it’s happening.  Sure, maybe George Carlin won’t sit on my lap sipping martinis, especially considering he’s passed away RIP George Carlin, but I like to believe that this dream is a first step into the bright future that lies ahead.

Thanks all for the support and love.  You’re my rock in a jello world.

Love from your favorite BJ