This is the worst day of my life. Two weeks ago, I lost my passion project, The Special Without Brett Davis. While it was a financial burden with no upside aside from total creative freedom, it was what I lived for. The producers of the show tried to trick me into signing documents handing the show over to Jesse Camp, the old MTV VJ. I left the show on my own accord, but with little to no recourse. I was distraught and went into an emotional tailspin, but I saw a light at the end of the tunnel.
Yesterday, I flew out to LA to chase my dreams of working in Hollywood. I had been contacted a few weeks ago by Nick, a representative of Fuzzy Door Productions, which produces Family Guy, The Cleveland Show and other projects headed by Seth MacFarlane. I was informed over e-mail that Seth had seen The Special after we reached had previously reached out to Seth Green, who passed it along. None of my correspondence was done via any agents or manager, under Nick’s insistence, saying “Seth doesn’t like that Hollywood shit”.
I was told that Seth had plans to produce a live-action Quagmire sitcom, which would feature the animated character in real life, moving to LA from Quahog and trying to get some. I was told that along with Seth himself (as Glenn Quagmire), the show had Alan Tudyk, Mo Collins, and Haley Joel Osment attached and they were looking for a younger cast member to play a young guy that would be mentored by Quagmire.
I had a great day yesterday. I rented a convertible and drove around with my friends Mikey, Nick, Gonzalo, who threw an impromptu welcoming party for me. I crashed with my friends Bridey & Matt, had breakfast with them, then drove to the Fuzzy Door offices in La Brea. After killing some time nervously pacing in the courtyard, I finally went up and spoke to a secretary. She informed me that she didn’t have me on the schedule, and I mentioned Nick from Fuzzy Door. She said that nobody with that name worked there.
I insisted on waiting for Seth, and she thankfully brought over his assistant(?) Anjana. I explained the whole situation. She said there was no Quagmire project in development and after throwing a bit of an angry fit, I was escorted from the offices by security.
I e-mailed Nick from Fuzzy Door, but received no reply. I didn’t need to. I then called one of the crew members on the show that has stayed on but remained kind to me after everything. After some cajoling, they admitted to hearing that the producers of The Special wanted me to leave town, knowing full well my financial situation. They orchestrated a shockingly believable scenario to get me to fly out west. I’m stranded here. The money spent to fly out is whatever, and I had to turn down some opportunities in NYC, but these past few weeks have been torture. I hope tomorrow night’s “grand series premiere of The Special With Jesse Camp!” was all worth it, guys.