Chapter 4

“Second, we all choose different paths in life. You’re a doctor, good for you. I couldn’t do that in a million years. I couldn’t be a mechanic or a doorman either and I bet you couldn’t either, but that doesn’t make those professions somehow less than yours.”

“Tyler—”

“I bet you wouldn’t last ten minutes serving guys like you.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Guys like me?”

“Yeah, those who have superiority complexes. Anyway, yeah I’m working as a waiter. But the place isn’t so bad, the pay isn’t horrible and the tips are decent. I like the people. Most of them anyway. And my aunt owns it so she gives me a lot of freedom and leeway. Which leads me to what else I do.”

“What’s that?” Jack asked warily.

“Acting. I do theater, acting classes, I’ve done commercials, pilots for television shows. I’ve been extras in movies. I’m hoping to get bigger parts, better plays. But I have to work for it. And like everyone else, that means sometimes busting my chops waiting tables.”