Respected, but not really a 'part' of things.Actors are unbelievably selfish creatures. They're shallow and petty and jealous and vindictive and phony... They love you as long as you're not upstaging them, but the minute you look better or have more lines or more camera time, they start looking for ways to cut your ankles out from under you. The booze was pretty much the only thing that held most casts together. The booze and the back-stage, backstory affairs.God, the affairs. The tabloids hint. Every year since we were five, Josie and I had spent August with our Dad at his lonely shack in the panhandle. It was quiet, humid, and hot as all hell there, but it was by far the best month of every year. And this would be the last. We’d always worked hard to make Dad a present to hold him over emotionally until we saw him again. One year, it was a collage of construction-paper flowers. Another, it was a movie we’d made on our laptop, featuring us fighting stuffed animals in a cardboard space. For out in the clearing was a sight only the imagination could conjure up, a waterfall, complete with a wading pool and a surrounding grass embankment. The silver moonlight shone above the pool, transfixed as if it were to shine on it, on us, eternally.Completely taken by the sweeping emotion of the place, you run to the pool, forgetting we are not quite prepared with swimming attire. You turn to me, give me a sly grin, and tell me to look into the forest. I comply, and while I turn, you. He offered to sell us an ounce but warned it’s effects were mind altering. We purchased a bag and he dropped us at the hotel. Before we went up to the room, we went out to beach and enjoyed a joint of the Gold. We found ourselves in a euphoria, we had not experienced before. Both worry free and uninhibited we wandered down the beach. A group of locals had a bonfire going that caught our attention. As we approached, we were greeted and offered seats around the fire. The group was passing around.