Okay, so at least you're interested enough to pick up this book and look inside. I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Life is full of choices. Right now, yours is whether or not to buy the autobiography of a mid-grade, kind of hammy actor. "Am I supposed to know this guy?" you think to yourself. No, and that's exactly the point. Bookstores are chock-full of household-name actors and their high-stakes shenanigans. I don't want to be a spoilsport, but we've all been down that road before. Case in point: look to your left--see that Judy Garland book? You don't need that, you know plenty about her already--great voice, crappy life. Now look to your right at the Charleton Heston book. You don't need to cough up hard-earned dough for that either. You know his story, too--great voice, crappy toupee. The truth is that though you might not have a clue who I am, there are countless working stiffs like me out there, grinding away every day at the wheel of fortune. If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a ...