But you know? I'm tired of being treated like a fucking sonafabitch. I was 'The Dweeb'.
I'm still 'The Runt' on the outside of them, and I like it that way. It's my life, and not the Joel version. They were always the in-crowd hipsters. I just want my beer. I don't want to have to wet nurse their non-status when I'm feeling pleasant, and you know what I mean. The past is dead and they still want somebody else's tomorrows for themselves.
I e-mailed Tom Snyder about that accident. Milch was on The Late Show talking about it. Mr. Snyder was very nice about it, but he didn't know and couldn't say. That message is on a dead PC. But the drive still works.
Is Deadwood good? I have the pilot on VHS. Somebody dumped their stash of EMMY screeners in 2007 and I scooped them up because everybody around here is acting like they're a plumber or a stiff. Nowhere near the biz. I also have a copy of Carnivale and an empty box of EMMY-branded Dove chocolates.
I've kept the pilot sealed. It looks better that way, but the cats probably pissed on it.
I'm still fond of my outline from '67 about outlaw friends running out of time against 'the taming of The West' by the east coast establishment; a pirate's sunset. And that other one about the fly trapped in the gun barrel.
And it doesn't matter what they say. The concept for Hill Street Blues was based on Springsteen's "Jungleland". That is what I told them. Milch wasn't even in it at first. Strictly MTM/Tinker and Bocco. Btw, The downtown Superior Court of Los Angeles Building is on Hill Street. For lawsuits and Petitions.
This is my next one. Bower was a kid brother to an older brother. The school in-crowd was always ragging older brother in the hall, calling out, "Bower!" with a downward disparaging growl. Big brother was Surf, as in St. Christopher. As in Surfers, versus the inland Hollywood youth police of Burbank. And they were largely Catholic and always Incognito to their realities.
and little brother hit the dope. He may have ran with Randy Rhoads. Same move. Same peer. Not sure about that.
Little brother lay low in The Valley, pulled shit, then lay low in Redondo Beach, in sunny chromium sky blue days. He got stupid. The shopkeeper on the pier didn't like his five fingers.
It wasn't the dope.
Little brother was a dweeb with a gun. Smackwater Jack.
http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_17940101
http://www.lapdonline.org/april_2011/news_view/47794
Correction: The location of the break-in was reported as a home in North Hollywood.
This has since been updated to a home in Canoga Park, 7 miles from here.
It was also initially reported as a dispute, not a break-in.