I'm ugly.

So a couple SARS-tastic weeks ago when I was lying on the couch dying from my hacking dry cough, I happened to catch an episode of Rachael Ray's talk show (yes, she has one) featuring a very handsome man named Simon who was CEO of this company called Ugly Models.

They are an agency in NYC that specializes representing "unique-looking" talent and models for photo shoots, commercials, etc etc.

Uglies, obeses, tatoo-eys, and of course, talls.

(They also have a few token hotties. But very few.)

Through the power of internet-smartness and deductive reasoning, I figured out Simon's email and sent him this picture.

Within minutes I had a response from Simon and a request to come in for a meeting next time I'm in New York.

............

So I went over to their Midtown offices and met with Simon and the rest of the Ugly staff.




The day was 2/8/08. A very lucky number in terms of Chinese numerology.

28 = easy money.

They signed me on the spot.



I was even sporting my sweet nose zit (which now is worse than ever).

They didn't care.



Actually that picture isn't that bad. Here's another.



I must once again sing my praises for the wonder of Photoshop.

I'm a model!

(For those new readers who don't know me, I'm 6'7".)