The story continues: I received a call today from my friend, Jim, who said the author is flying in with the body of his son at Van Nuys airport tomorrow and wants us to pick him up. I'm game. I want to meet this guy in person. But something tells me there will be some reason why we cannot pick him up.
I've let go of this gig as any sort of real possibility and I'll continue to pursue the other jobs I've been circling.
Tonight I'm going to Jane and Gary's for a Christmas party. It will be good to get out and be around other people who are not fucking psychotic.