I’ve never been to Des Moines, but since the name is French for “of the Monks,” I’ve always assumed that everywhere you turn in that city there’s a Thelonious Monk rad, jazz-type that looks like he does enough coke to kill a police horse.Oh, it’s the bowl-haircut-with-a-bald-spot kind of monk? My bad.
Guess I’ll have to pick up my itchy, brown robe from the dry cleaner, because the film I wrote and starred in, The Beneficiary, has been accepted into its 41st fest: Des Moines’ very own Wild Rose Independent Film Festival. Aw yeah.
One more thing about Des Moines. Apparently, the city has also proclaimed itself the “Hartford of the West.” Really? Hartford? The murder capital of the northeast? Aspire to be more, DM. Like, at least Bayonne.
