|Thank you Lacey, Jacey, and Tracey for many years of pouring me a cold one that had more taste and was less filling.|
I have actually never done drugs, shocking I know! Unless you count pot, but I don't. Anyway, yes I let The Man get to me and got sick of taking it up the proverbial poop shoot and I turned to my three best friends, Jim, Jack, and Johnny. I spent 60 days in rehab, 30 which were necessary, 30 for good measure. Thursdays were the worst, not having my traditional Thursday sixer was a killer. But enough depressing shit, let's get back to why I am back and why maybe two of you are reading this. While in the drunk tank I read scripts...I read a ton...and I read great scripts. And I can not fucking wait to see them get made! 3 of them are from unknown, unsigned writers...see wannabees there is hope after all...maybe not much, but rest assured some ex-studio exec is in rehab somewhere trying to power through your literary slop while shaking like a rabid dog because he use to do more lines than Nicholas Cage does bad movies.
|A movie about elephants that learn karate? Come to daddy!|
Now how am I going to get these movies made?! I have no fucking idea! Welcome to my new status, I am currently one of the 9% of Americans that are jobless. Send food stamps my way.
|My new best friend|
|Tony Stark gives me faith|