Lee Goldberg has found my post about the dream I had, with him and George W. Bush. Andy comments:
Having lived in Finland, I can vouch for the other guy that the long hours of winter darkness and the copious amounts of coping alcohol can make for all kinds of bizarre dreams.
Thankfully I was usually too drunk to remember any of them.
Mr. Goldberg makes a mistake, though, saying that I'm a screenwriter. Apart from some half dozen amateur movies in the late eighties, I haven't scripted anything. And some might argue that those things were not scripted.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment