On our lunch break, the other corpses and I must wear plastic trash bags with arm holes cut out and latex gloves so the liquid blood mix doesn't stain the sets or rub off on people.
I put my tray down across from Bruce Frausto, who sells furniture in L.A. to support his acting career. He plays my fellow victim Dante Rojas. With a gaping wound in his leg and latex goo hanging off his cheap bloodied suit, Mr. Frausto says, "This is the bottom of the acting totem pole.