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Bill V. Vitsos

Bill V. Vitsos

About Me:
I was born in Greece to Greek parents who split while I was still an infant. Spend the first 7 years of my life with my alcoholic father and his abusive bitch of a mother.
Moved to Germany with my Mother in 1978 and practically was raised there. German school in the morning, Greek school in the afternoon. Can speak, read and write both languages. Never really felt like I belong to one country or the other. Trapped between cultures that couldn’t be more different but my talent to adapt to every situation helped me get over it relatively fast. I have no siblings. Both my parents have passed away. I believe I’m the last of my kind and sometimes
I think I was created in a lab.
I moved back to Greece in 1988. I studied Interior Design not because I was really interested in it but because at that time it seemed the easiest subject to get a degree for. I was right. Got the degree but didn’t really want to do this for a living because I was always more interested in Movies and Music. So I spend the next 20 years working nights as a d.j. in various clubs all over Greece. Music is oxygen to me. I have a serious soft spot for video games. RPG specifically. Love to read.
Some of my favorite writers are H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Clive Barker.
In 2005 I got tired of the nightlife and was thinking of getting a day job with more reasonable hours. I was in a relationship at the time and was seriously considering settling down, getting married and raising kids. But fate had other plans for me. It’s funny really, cause the Greeks to have a saying:
“When Man makes plans, God laughs.”
So, it never happened to me. I split with my girlfriend of 15 years. Never got married. No children. It always comes down to: “Yes, it’s just me, my demons and my private tortures.”
That’s not a complaint by the way.
So, in 2005 I started to work in one of the biggest Music Stores in Greece and within 6 months I was floor manager, selling CD’s, DVDs and Videogames. I loved
every minute I spend in that Job, mostly because it was “right up my alley.” And everything was right in the world…at least till 2010 when the economic crisis kicked in.
The store I was working for closed and for a year I couldn’t find a job anywhere. So I knew that I was on another crossroads in my life. I knew I had to leave Greece and start all over again somewhere new. I chose Britain cause I was in love with it since my teens. You see, for me, Britain was the best place on earth because of the music that this Island had brought to the world. For me, Britain was about 2 things: The best music and the coolest haircuts. I never regretted my choice. Britain has helped me in this past decade more than Greece had done so in the 25 years I lived there.
For the last 8 years, I’m working as a care assistant for individuals with brain injuries. I started this job mostly out of the need of money at that time and wasn’t really planning
to spend more than 1 maybe 2 years on it. But there is something intriguing in helping out people in need. I found myself getting a real kick out of it, to the point of addiction. So I stayed for over 8 years with it just to get my fix and up until a couple of months ago I was thinking that I could do this job till the day I die. But reality has a talent of shifting when you least expect it and now the place I work for doesn’t cover my needs anymore. A lot has changed to the point where I can’t really
ignore this “inner calling” that tells me: “Bill. You’re done here, man. You gave it your best but now this job hasn’t got anything more to give you. Move on before you turn into a fucking zombie.”
And this is where I am now. Trying to avoid doing a job just for the sake of having a job.

Sorry, but I wasn’t sent to this planet to work in some underpaid job, getting married, raising kids and spending my time worrying about 3 digit numbers (as in bills, insurance etc…)
I was sent here to brood, wear a lot of blacks and eventually become a feared poltergeist.

Interested In:
– Acting
– Singing
– Modeling
– Supporting artist