He wanted to be a musician, bu… (Mr. Freeman)

He wanted to be a musician, but instead only grows on the ass office bedsores. She wanted to be an actress, but only learned to simulate orgasm, and all their main scenes rolls in the kitchen. And what is the result? A third of our life sleeping, one third on the eat-shit-laugh, and the third to the hatred of his beloved work. You could do something real, you know?