I sighed heavily before having to explain to Frank why I didn’t really care about the money.
“Frank…” I calmly began. “You do know how much you make right?”
He gave a dumbfounded, yet questioning “huh?” as I asked this.
“Like maybe 400 a year or somethin’ why?” He asked.
“And how much do I make, just out of sheer curiosity?”
After a short pause, he replied:
“Well per movie I’d say…. Roughly… 2 mill, maybe?” in a questioning tone.
“Then why the hell would you or I sacrifice our damn personal life to make even more money than we already have?!” I yelled through my phone.
