Billy Mayes: Behind The Scenes
"You know my OxyClean commercials, but not my story."
Chapter 1
Billy Mays turns away from the camera as it shuts off. He looks over at his friend Anthony Sullivan, who politely smiled at him. They meet and exchange greetings.
"How was shooting today?" Anthony asks.
"Same old same old. It feels like the louder I yell the more people can tell we're going bankrupt." Billy replies.
"Well we're probably going bankrupt because of your expensive habits." Anthony states while raising his eyebrow. Billy just laughs and turns away.
Billy drives into his urban California driveway, tired after a long day. He thinks about what Anthony said, but knew he couldn't change. He knew couldn't break the habit. In his kitchen was an assortment of foods, but what he grabbed for was a large bottle of red wine. He pops open the cap and pours it, but not in a glass, but on his pearly white oxy clean tile floors. He pours it in the shape of a satanic star. Nothing happens at first; Billy looked at it with a concerned look on his face. He grunts and turns into his greenhouse. He strokes his pride and joy, weed. He hears clattering from the kitchen, he walks over in hope that his special guest has arrived.
"The fuck you doing pouring fucking wine on the fucking floor you motherfucking lil bitch?" Mr. Clean exclaims.
"You need to Oxy Clean your fuckin mouth Mr.Clean. You know what I want." Billy says as Mr. Clean removes the wine and restores the tile to its white glory.
"If you insist." says as he pulls out a package of cocaine. "You don't have to pay me now, as long as you get around it." Billy smiles down at the package. "Thanks man."
The next morning was as foggy as Billy's mind. He forced himself out of bed never the less and started his day. A bowl of cereal and weed suited his tastes. When did I let myself fall like this? Now I can't stop. He drives to work, hoping Anthony will show up for moral support. He reaches the parking lot and sees Anthony's car, a wave of excitement rushed through Billy. Almost like the butterflies one gets on a first date. He turns his head to the passenger seat where the package of cocaine sits idly. He opens it up and grabs the nearest card and coffee straw. He does a line and hides the package in the dash.
"BILLY MAYS HERE and I'm here to tell you about the latest product from OxyClean!" Billy goes through the regular runs and Anthony gets some coffee. After Billy is done he walks over to Anthony, he felt nervous to talk to him surprisingly. "So, do you want to go get coffee later, and talk some?" Billy nervously asks.
"Yeah, I'd love to. Except if "talking" means hitting a blunt." Anthony states.
"No, no, no, of course not!" Billy looks at the ground. He knows he sounded too excited, but he couldn't help it.
"Then it sounds like a good plan" Anthony put his hand on Billy's shoulder and smiled. Billy smiled back, with a glimmer in his eye.