ugh

so I'm working on a new screenplay with a guy I've met exactly twice. He knows someone that wants to hear the pitch so we'll have to see where this thing ends up. I'm hoping that we can pull this together in time, even though he seems too caught up in the details and I'm too caught up in story. This is what happens when you meet someone on cragslist...

You Have Been Warned

Does anyone else have these in their neighborhood? I'm starting to get a little worried...

Here's a chirpy little missive I found in a newspaper box in Las Vegas a few years back. You all remember the day; Mission accomplished my ass...

theory

here's something I've been working on:

Do The Clothes Make The Man?

I found myself standing on the corner of Market and Main in Venice, California, wearing a wetsuit, quietly wondering what the hell, exactly, I had gotten myself into. I looked down at my bare feet and tried to shuffle away from the broken glass and sharp stones and broken asphalt and I knew that by virtue of me standing on this street corner, wearing this wetsuit, I was committing to something I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into.

An ad on Craigslist had peaked my interest - Will Trade Surf Lessons For Help Developing Screenplay - and it went on to list the logline (which is a dangerous proposition in this town.) But since my own writing career has failed to take off to date and I thought the general idea of this guys story was kind of funny and fit pretty well into a basic three act structure, I thought I would at least drop him a line and see what was what. After a couple of brief emails, a quick Google search and some phone calls, I realize that I had made arrangements to meet this guy, a total stranger, Sunday morning in Venice for my first surf lesson.

So the weekend rolls around and I do not want to go. I just want to sit on the sofa and watch the Lakers game, doing nothing, thinking vaguely about a screenplay I know I should be writing. But I also know that I made this arrangement for a reason, I made this arrangement because I know I shouldn’t spend my weekend sitting on the sofa watching basketball. I need to do something, I need to get something done. I know that I could have easily overlooked this ad, thought about it as being funny and done nothing about it. But I didnt. I responded and I made these plans and now this guy was expecting me to go through with this.

And I knew that I had to go through with this.

So here I am, standing on the corner of Market and Main, wearing a wetsuit that I havent put on for almost a year, trying to find a guy I have never met before who has promised to teach me how to surf no matter how long it takes.

And I have to believe that this will all work out in the end. That this will all mean something at some point.