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Schools (Other):
Northwestern, POBJFKHS
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College/University:
Northwestern University, Attended 1995 - 1999, Class of 1999, Bachelor's Degree, Theater
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Occupation:
actor, posse member, "j" roller extraordinaire
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Hobbies and Interests:
shaving, nutrition labels, singing along to muzak, long lines, billboards
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Favorite Books:
reading for dummies
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Favorite Movies:
stand by me, lean on me, roger and me, willy wonka and the chocolate factory
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Favorite Music:
commercial jingles
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Favorite TV Shows:
newsradio, curb
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Zodiac Sign:
Aries
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Who I Want to Meet:
anyone with a sense of humor
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advice. I was once witness to scott
getting a half hour lap dance from an
enormous black woman with the largest
breasts I have ever seen in Las Vegas.
It was brilliant. He makes me laugh
very, very hard. Scott and I were so
broke one time that we pretended to be
a couple and audition for a reality
dating show...when we found out the
tape might actually be used and could
be detrimental to our future careers in
Hollywood we kindly declined. LOVE
SCOTT. Nobody in the world is like him.
He is always up for a good time!
was an asshole. He was checking
the callboard in the Northwestern
theatre building, initialing the eighty
bazillion callbacks he had received
for fall shows. Pretentious little fuck, I
thought (growl, snarl, inhale Marlboro
Light). It wasn't until many months
later, as we broke into that very same
building in the middle of the night to
leaf through Dominic Missimi's trash
in search of advance copies of the
Waa-Mu cast list that I realized that I
had met my perfect partner in crime.
Cut to: five years later. Scott and I are
both living in my parents' house as
we embark on our respective
showbiz careers. One night we
smoke an illicit bowl out the window
of my childhood bedroom, still
bathed in the blue Laura Ashley
prints it has worn since 1984. He
hears footsteps on the stairs as I
exhale an obscene amount of
pot-smoke and decide, in a fit of
intoxication, that my mom would
NEVER find us in the closet. So we
hide inside, stepping on old shoes
and term papers, doubling over in a
heaving, choking fit of laughter,
shushing and hitting each other,
tears pouing out the corners of our
eyes. And it is then that I realize that
Scott Sobol is my best friend.
Through my highest highs and my
deepest lows, from Northwestern to
Hollywood, my life has been full,
frenetic, and always surprising
because Scott is in it.