No, really. I can't even talk about it. This is some risky business. I kinda thought the freefall situation was situated a little and I'd have to change the name. No chance. The rip chord is just fluttering in my hands and a bunch of pots and pans are falling out of my pack. This is really not recommended by the coalition of good gestures. On a brighter note, I have another movie idea.
Not gonna get too far into it right now, but it involves a methy kinda guy in a trailer park and his life. It's an interesting life. Far more so than creative minds could devise. It's gonna open with a quote, like in a narrative, with the guy saying, "The first time I bought cocaine in public was in Los Angeles, 1988...". Boom! Hooked, and it only gets better from there. I really can't talk about some of the other stuff that's gone on. But really, yikes!