The next day -
The New York Times did not need a new ace reporter. So after being abandoned to his fate by the nice lady from Pennsylvania and her spacey co-horts, KevieBear has been forced to find a series of odd jobs to make money to pay his way home. But as his mother would tell you, work is not KevieBear's forté. After his first few jobs fell through due to lack of qualifications, he has now found a job as a living billboard.
This is a little embarrassing. I hope no one recognizes me. Where did that gum come from? The sidewalk is absolutely filthy. I’d better stand on this scrap of paper bag. Maybe if I lean up against the wall and close my eyes, no one will notice me.
The job as a living billboard didn’t go as well as hoped for. KevieBear stands on the sidewalk and ponders his next move.
Boy, it's hot! I feel faint. I'd better lean up against the wall before I fall over. I hope my bald spot didn't get a burn. I thought if I took my shirt off and tied it around my head it would help. I wish I had my flip flops. My dogs are barking!
KevieBear hears the faint sound of money being dropped on the ground.
What's this? Fifty cents? Why, thank you ma'am. How kind of you. What? You'll give me a dollar if I'll put my shirt back on? Ok.
KevieBear spends the next hour taking his shirt off and then putting it back on. For money.
This is fantastic! I wonder how much money I have now? I'll bet I have enough to buy an airline ticket. I'd better find a phone.
Home, here I come! First Class all the way!
KevieBear rushes to find a phone so he can make his travel arrangements. His journey to the moon has finally ended.
Driving Mr. Spacey!: The positively untrue life and times of Kevin Spacey, with a few real facts thrown in for fun. All collages and photo enhancements were done by me using Microsoft® Picture It!® 99
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