for the last several dozen decades i have looked at things that i am thankful for as things pertaining to *me*
things like job, cars, health, the cubs, are any hot babes loving me, all the things
but this morning i got a text from my mom and it nearly broke my heart.
she was happy to have a job but she didn’t want to have to go to work, she wanted to be cooking and watching football and doting on her grand kids.
but during the Great GOP Recession, just like tons of people, her retirement was wiped out and here she is working for The Man for peanuts on a day she would rather be watching the Macy’s Parade.
so i am not thankful. i am determined. i need to do something serious so my mom can finally retire.
and sadly it’s not drive more trips for Uber + Lyft.
or is it?
no, it’s not.
OR IS IT?
i need to write a script and sell it.
i gotta learn how to write a script.
and i know exactly the story i wanna tell: the time Joe got busted in Isla Vista
music by The Wonderfuls, The Ramones, Rogue Cheddar, Pink Floyd, Mons Pubis, PMS, and Janes Addiction.
it’ll be called Damn Those Shrooms Strong