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Bilal Mir was born on April 28, 1982. Most memories of his life entail a journalistic-like involvement in the lives of the depraved, untrustworthy, volatile and forgotten members of society’s nether regions. Youth wasted on wasted youth. Now he is a full-grown adult with an enviable guilt complex and phobia of bridges (he fears that, while walking across a bridge, he will lose control over his body jump over the edge, despite the rational desire of his mind not to do so.)
Natasha Stagg: What are you up to lately?
Bilal Mir: I am an actor. I recently booked my first television role as a gun-toting, deadbeat junkie who tries to rob his dealer. It’s for this re-enactment series called “1000 Ways to Die” which chronicles bizarre circumstances under which people have died. During the day I serve food to a very particular clientele at a restaurant in West Hollywood. I am trying to write/develop more in the way of short films, studying the acting technique of Mikhail Chekhov, and trying to meet people who aren’t concerned with the more innocuous elements of the film industry.
NS: Suggest something to read.
Very nice. Since I already had a job at Grill while living in Armory Park, I guess I’ll have to pick up one of those books you suggested.
Bilal worked at Grill? How would I have ever known?