indieloser

See already i'm finding it hard to write again. I guess i'm afraid of writing for the sake of writing and not because i need to communicate something be it a thought or and emotion. "Filler" i suppose my friend Deegan would call it. Speaking of Deegan he and I ended up engaged in 5 hour conversation last evening. Topics varying from random aimless bitching about life, mutual friends, family, philosophy, and our staple of awful movies. We all should be so lucky to have these kinds of friends who can stimulate us intellectually. To spark the creative fires in our hearts. Maybe i'll start working on my screenplay again, who knows? But God damned if i'm not glad i have this fucker in my life. Now the thingabout Deegan is the guy is a beast. I believe he's 6'9 but he's packing a few extra pounds as well so when he walks in a room if you've never meet him trust me. you're going to notice him. Over the years there has been a few George and Lenny jokes at his expense but as our friendship grows I'm starting believe he's also the brains of this operation. But i'm chasing rabbits now, the thing is once the shock of the sight of this guy washes over you and he starts speaking he is an eloquent, thoughtful, hilarious human being. The guys a total package. I guess i just, for the first time in a long while feel... great. And it's fantastic. Thank you Deegan, for last nite, all the talks we've had, and all the talks we will have.