I am the best part of the story.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
My Fight
It has been ages since I have written. Same scenario for my screen play. I got to the climax and realized that it essentially had the same plot as Rambo: First Blood Part II, except instead of the main character being a beefy man, it was a handsome, beefy, chihuahua, similar to myself, minus the disturbing amount of sweat, and plus the rippling muscles. A sombrero instead of a bandanna. A black sombrero.
Many things have happened this summer good and bad. On a more sour note, I had a battle with mouth cancer. The cubans I smoke with Pedro may have been one reason, although I cannot be sure. I have never been a huge fan of flossing either, I always thought peanut butter chewies would do the trick. Alas, my bad habits caught up with me. Luckily the surgeon was able to extract it from my mouth, and my cancer is not likely to return. But my bad habits have returned tenfold. Pedro and I attended all of the important Lollapalooza after parties and puffed on many a cuban.
I have now moved to a new penthouse that hotties from all corners of the country have been visiting right off the bat. I have my own room although people seem to think that they can sleep in my bed, fine if you are a lady, not cool if you are a man. Little do they know the blanket and sheets they lay on have been licked by my dirty cuban cigar mouth. Every square inch. Thrice.
Now that I have my own office and room I will be able to work full time on my screen play. No distractions. Pedro is visiting relatives in Cancun, and will not be back for 6 months. When he comes back he often has a month of recovery, and owes many people money, so he lays low until his business is up and running.
And this time I am not even going to try doing an action movie. It will be a horror. And it will be the most gory, riveting masterpiece yet. I will keep you posted on my work.
Many things have happened this summer good and bad. On a more sour note, I had a battle with mouth cancer. The cubans I smoke with Pedro may have been one reason, although I cannot be sure. I have never been a huge fan of flossing either, I always thought peanut butter chewies would do the trick. Alas, my bad habits caught up with me. Luckily the surgeon was able to extract it from my mouth, and my cancer is not likely to return. But my bad habits have returned tenfold. Pedro and I attended all of the important Lollapalooza after parties and puffed on many a cuban.
I have now moved to a new penthouse that hotties from all corners of the country have been visiting right off the bat. I have my own room although people seem to think that they can sleep in my bed, fine if you are a lady, not cool if you are a man. Little do they know the blanket and sheets they lay on have been licked by my dirty cuban cigar mouth. Every square inch. Thrice.
Now that I have my own office and room I will be able to work full time on my screen play. No distractions. Pedro is visiting relatives in Cancun, and will not be back for 6 months. When he comes back he often has a month of recovery, and owes many people money, so he lays low until his business is up and running.
And this time I am not even going to try doing an action movie. It will be a horror. And it will be the most gory, riveting masterpiece yet. I will keep you posted on my work.
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