We pitched Narcosis to Melissa Reid at Bruckheimer’s this afternoon. Yeah. She didn’t get it. First time that’s happened. Everybody we’ve pitched has at least gotten it. She didn’t.
Drove back to the old apartment after the pitch to fix holes. I guess maybe I’d punched a couple into the walls over our eight years there and the doc thinks it’ll be good therapy if I fix the freaking things myself. So I did. Patch, mud, sand, paint. I got a walkthru with the landlords sometime this week and I’m quite certain they will do everything in their power to keep our deposit. They are afterall, the lowest form of ball sweat.
After the holes were patched I stopped in to speak with the doc to report. I poke fun but I actually really like the guy. He’s provoked some interesting thought.
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