Fun facts about William V:
Total president PAC $ for this quarter: $60
Persons in California I Trust: None
Destination in Missouri: WMMHC [Not “secret code,” Kenny. I was the boss for a day there]
Age: 56
Eyes: Brown
Name of Girlfriend: None
Favorite Rock Band: Not The Beatles no more. I’m thinking on it.
Favorite Movies: Network, Nashville, Apocalypse Now, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Casablanca, Alien, Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe, [am I HH’s grandson yet? Not yet?]
Personal Preferences: Write a screenplay scene now, and don’t grab the Chinese whore’s ass who is to my right at this moment:
EXT. MINING TOWN OUTSKIRTS – CONTINUOUS
The Jeep comes to a stop in a light cloud of dust. A bar has been spotted. Cinderblock building, pocked with bullet holes and even a mortar round or two--the beckoning sign is simply a neon martini glass.
LIGHT
Look good?
BILL
Looks too good. Like everything around here.
LIGHT
Weapons?
BILL
Nah.
They enter the bar.
CUT TO:
INT. MINING TOWN BAR – CONTINOUS
The décor is skulls & native garb, as if many have died for merely ordering a drink. Our boys sit at the bar. The BARTENDER, not oddly, looks European.
BARTENDER
Gentlemen?
LIGHT
Scotch. Not picky.
BILL
Local beer. I’ll risk it.
BARTENDER
Right away.
Write-write, read-read. "No problem."
READING LIST:
“Solid and Liquid Waste Drying Bag,” by Hogan, Fisher, & Ames Research Center. It's about NASA shit.
One of the many reasons "they" don't ever want me president:
"Good morning, this is NASA."
"This is the president. Lock the doors."
One of the many reasons "they" don't ever want me president:
"Good morning, this is NASA."
"This is the president. Lock the doors."
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