My penance for forgetting the camera: lugging around a 15” Mac that’s quickly destroying both shoulders. Might as well make the most of it:
The red carpet. I felt like the male version of Ryan Seacrest.
Whatchoo talkin’ about, Guillaume?
Key to the city. 50% more likely to get you laid than the credentials for Comi-Con.
100% guaranteed to get George laid.
When the window's closing, a handy time-saver: street-corner condom vending machines.
A barnacle stuck on the bottom of one of these is bigger than my hotel room.
Nipple-hardening moment: three years ago, I watched a truck cut off my friend in Hermosa Beach, and a premise for a screenplay popped into my head. I had no idea where it would take me.
The red carpet. I felt like the male version of Ryan Seacrest.
Whatchoo talkin’ about, Guillaume?
Key to the city. 50% more likely to get you laid than the credentials for Comi-Con.
100% guaranteed to get George laid.
When the window's closing, a handy time-saver: street-corner condom vending machines.
A barnacle stuck on the bottom of one of these is bigger than my hotel room.
Nipple-hardening moment: three years ago, I watched a truck cut off my friend in Hermosa Beach, and a premise for a screenplay popped into my head. I had no idea where it would take me.
