I’ve been asking my friends, “Did you see me on Hawaii Five-O last night (season finale)?” Suspicious red car following actor Tom Sizemore down Cooke Street just before he turns into an alley and gets shot? Yep, that was me. You can sort of make out my blond hair. I’m sure everyone will be riveted to their electronic devices, manning the slow-forward, trying to catch a glimpse. Now that I’m famous, I’ll have to start signing autographs, of course. There’ll be accolades and a fan club. Fans will throw roses at me as I stroll down the red carpet, and I’ll be invited to all the best gala events, hobnobbing with McGarrett, Dano, Chin and Kono (if she survives).
Actually, we were driving home from the Hawaii Public Library where I’d picked up some deliciously intriguing mystery novels, and I noticed the film crew. It could have been filming for a commercial, but I knew there was a possibility it was the Five-O group. So I stuck my head out the window and waved.
They cut that part out.