Yes, I’m still geeked (if you’re from Detroit, you got that in like 3.5 seconds with no time to waste…faster than you can say Henry the Hatter, nah mean?) that I have a short story that I actually like in a journal I actually like. So in honor of that, I’ve decided to take it back to when I felt geeked all the time. Yes, pre-pubescent childhood. Back when it was cute to have a chunky tummy and eat Laffy Taffy’s by the bag. Back when my baby hair was the source of my mother’s pride (can somebody Let’s Jam?). Back when I was not mortified to wear shorts. Back when my dad thought I was funnier than Rudy Huxtable-style Karaoke on a good day. Yes, let’s go back:
Also, for those of you who were emailed my new script, ONE of you has said that you actually like it and I would like to thank you. Weak in Florence - my own version of The Big Chill - is my latest screenplay and I’m pretty proud of it (mostly because the pace is exactly right). Synopsis: Three couples go off to Florence and run straight into their troubles - with themselves and each other. Good times, friends. Good times.
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