That’s Your VJ: Greg

“Well let me ask YOU something, Greg: what about my dreams? Do you ever think about my dreams? We’ve been living in this crap apartment for six years. I work two jobs. I’ve given up everything, EVERYTHING for you. And what sacrifices have you made? You’ve never worked for more than a month. All of our money goes into VJ Classes and cab fare to VJ auditions. Did you ever once stop to think that maybe I had things that I wanted to do with my life besides being a “captain” at Trader Joe’s and doing data entry for the Ear, Nose, and Throat Clinic? I used to be pretty good at painting, Greg. But I don’t know the last time I picked up a paintbrush. I never have the time. And I’m not saying that I could even have made it as a painter, but I could have tried. I’ve never been to Europe, Greg. You used to talk about taking me there and we even had a Europe Jar where we would put spare change. What happened to that jar, Greg? That’s right, you emptied it on a new “practice microphone” with a personalized mic flag that said “Greg Is World’s Best VJ.” Europe, hell, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been to a nice restaurant! I love you, Greg, and I want this for you almost as bad as you want it for yourself. But my patience is wearing thin on this “dream.” We all have dreams, honey. Or at least we used to.”

(Thanks for the tip, Fence Pals.)