1:This dude came into the shop the other day, he said he wanted his name in script, and an eagle clutching his name, and his name is bleeding, and then the blood turns into the american flag. When asked what it meant by whatever sarcastic asshole asked him, he responded only "Freedom".
2:That's kinda amazing.
1:He didn't get it. You're more than welcome to snag his idea.
2:I... don't think I could handle something like that. Maybe when I'm bald, have a handlebar mustache and ride a motorcycle everywhere.
Okay, so as I was writing part one of my personal retrospective for 2011, I got really sick, so I got to spend the last day of what was, really, a rather hectic year in a bed in a basement in Georgia, with as many blankets as I could find piled on top of me.
Then, returning to Austin, and taking care of other business back in town, including a short-notice visit by my friend Gus, filming a rather obscene monologue in a bathroom at 4 in the morning, and going to San Antonio last night made me kinda forget about writing the second half of the year. So here’s July to December 2011, rather late.
And more on that monologue later. I forgot to take the memory card with me.