I can write a tear-jerker obituary, an article about luxury toilets and diffuse a crisis while organizing my sock drawer. I’m only being a little cocky. I must confess my sock drawer is a mess and may take some time.
Last night I attended a gathering held in honor of a dear friend’s return to society. He may have been temporarily on sabbatical for, I don’t know, some alleged incident that may have involved a certain narcotic, I’m not sure.
My friend – let’s call him Karl – my friend Karl is one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. A real what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of guy. And it was exactly his honesty that landed him…3 to 5, maybe, could be shorter with some good behavior, I’m not sure.
So, we sat and chatted about our next steps, now that we both have some free time and all. I told him about my idea for the next screen play and he said it sucked. He suggested that I should write about his plight – a young guy who just got greedy and had to pay the consequences by hiding his sexual orientation at all costs – ALLEGEDLY.
I think we are getting together on Monday to discuss some other ideas for my writing and other business ideas he learned of during his time…off. Just for research, of course. I could never, you know, allegedly, anything.