Tales of Destruction, pt. xxiv
In the fictional version, my head would have gone through the door paneling during the climactic fight scene. The truth is, it was my FOOT, and I had it coming. Aaron'd had enough of me making fun of his girlfriend, and he threw me the fuck out.
I became indignant. I kicked the front door a few times. I didn't think I was kicking it that hard. But the door, apparently, was made of termite jizz, and my foot went right through.
It's taken me until now to replace the paneling, and I still have to paint it. In the fictional version, I would have left it broken and the prop crew would have cleaned it up after the shoot. But somehow, reality always seems to involve a trip to Home Depot and several hours spent whacking at planks with a mallet.
In the fictional version, my head would have gone through the door paneling during the climactic fight scene. The truth is, it was my FOOT, and I had it coming. Aaron'd had enough of me making fun of his girlfriend, and he threw me the fuck out.
I became indignant. I kicked the front door a few times. I didn't think I was kicking it that hard. But the door, apparently, was made of termite jizz, and my foot went right through.
It's taken me until now to replace the paneling, and I still have to paint it. In the fictional version, I would have left it broken and the prop crew would have cleaned it up after the shoot. But somehow, reality always seems to involve a trip to Home Depot and several hours spent whacking at planks with a mallet.
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-is it a coincidence that you mention the Django, or did you already know I was an officianado. I thought I had it on my profile, but maybe not.
Dave
-I lived on Benefit St, I can't remember my cross-street anymore...sad. The white house on the far corner across the street which crosses benefit after the fancy Bed&Breakfast. I went to school at RISD, so it was pretty much on campus.
Dave