Met Patrick and Laura and Devin at a horror screening tonight to see the two Dracula 2000 sequels. Of course, Mel and I were late because we went to the wrong theatre. But Devin, kindly waited outside for us. Jason Scott Lee made those movies.
Tomorrow Patrick and I go in to pitch Narcosis to Josh. I think this could be the one. It’s a fantastic story.
I live! Let’s hear it for Chinese dirt and sticks! I was feeling great within a couple of days but I gotta tell ya, dirt and sticks don’t taste as good as it sounds.
I met Patrick yesterday and we got to work on our underwater ghoststory. We came up with some great stuff. I’m loving it. Gonna start an outline soon and when we get a solid story we’ll go back and pitch Josh. We’re calling it “Narcosis”. That’s what happens to divers when they go too deep and the Nitrogen gets into their blood stream. Makes them…drunk for a lack of better words. You can see things. Hullucinate. It’s gonna be great.
Today I met with Amada Cohen and experienced another of my worst meetings ever. They want to do “I Know What You Did Last Summer in 3D”. Lord help them. I don’t want to do that and I told her so. I told her I was simply pitching the best story I could think of and if they wanted to go 3D then sobeit. But she didn’t get it. She didn’t get anything. I could have pitched my cats and gotten more response.
I flipped the story on its head. I pitched, “I know what “they” did last winter”. I haven’t heard but I’m certain I didn’t get the job and as far as I’m concerned this was the biggest waste of my time since I started doing this for a living.
Natalie came over and she and Mel took me to Chinatown to see the doc there. Odd experience. He held my wrist for thirty minutes and scribbled in Chinese. Then he gave me five sacks of dirt and sticks to boil and drink. Whatever. I’d eat a live Chinaman if it would help me feel better. I’ve been down for a month now.
This is the worst sickness I’ve ever had. Saw Doc Watson again today…she’s still worried about the crap in my lungs. Gotta quit smoking…well…reckon I have. Ain’t had a smoke since I went down.
Patrick had drinks with Josh McLaughlin while I was down and Josh pitched Past Tense to another who was there with them. Patrick thought it was funny because he’s read Past Tense a few times and said Josh pitched it flawlessly and was bummed that Mark didn’t go for it. Then Patrick told him he knew me and had read the script.
Then Patrick and Josh started talking ideas and came up with a pretty good one. Patrick told me the premise and said that he and Josh thought the two of us should work up a story. An underwater ghoststory. But more later. Gonna lay down.
I’m sickly. Went to see the doc today to get some legal drugs. On the way home I’m sitting at a light on Beverly and I look over and some Joe in a beat up truck is mouthing at me. He’s cussing me and fuming and I got no clue what I did. So, I did what any upstanding citizen should do in that situation. I shot him the bird.
He jumps out of his truck and comes over and slams his fist on the hood of my sweet Audi, who ain’t done nothin’ to him. So I climb out and I see it in his eyes instantly. It’s that “Oh shit” moment. He didn’t expect such a large guy to climb out of such a little car. But he’d opened the can and it was too late to take it back so he rushes around the car and I’m like, “calm down, I don’t know what I did but let’s just…”
And WHAM, he takes a swing at me. Bless his heart. I commend his courage. I blocked his feable punch, grab his nuts, pulled him toward me and slammed my forehead into his nose. He crumbled to his knees and bled on himself until the cops arrived.
Granted I have been getting in a couple of fights a year but normally it’s cuz some bozo is being abusive to a woman. I got very little patience with that sort of thing. But this was different. I’d like to think it’s cuz I got a fever and I ain’t exactly thinking clearly. Cuz I shouldn’t have shot the guy the bird. I should have just driven away.
I figured I was in a heap of trouble. The cops were polite but I still thought I’d end up on the news. Then I saw a Hispanic fella telling the cops what had happened. He was demonstrating my nut grabbing and head butting. Then he turned to me, gave me a big smile and a thumbs up. I guess he approved. But I still figured I was gonna get a good lashing.
Until they found the gun.
The Joker had a gun in his boot. He was arrested and I drove home and now I’m going to bed.