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"Happy Norcross Industrial Park Parking Lot"
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Back around 2001 I was writing to my Los Angeles storyboarding pal about how unusual it had been to interview a famous guitar player who was about to play a large theater in Chicago, then hang the phone up and call a temp agency hoping I could get an assignment.
His response was something like, "A comet will sometimes rocket out of its corner of the universe and bounce across the surface of a large, brilliant star. However inevitably it will ricochet back into it's icy, isolated corner.
"So happy Norcross industrial park parking lot."
In other words I was headed nowhere, unlike him, the new King of Behind-the-Scenes Hollywood.
I wrote that guy off soon after that e-mail exchange. However, since that time I have in fact wound up in a Norcross industrial park parking lot, and think of those words every time I take a walk around it on my break.
Recently I was Googling to see whatever became of the asshole, and the future is so bright he has to wear shades, it appears. In fact he even gets to lecture at our alma mater so others might learn how to acquire a future with sunglasses:
Well isn't that just swell? Hey, happy...happy...happy lecturing to the snot noses about how "great" you are, douchebag! Actually...I'm sure coming back to gloat probably is fun.
Hey, I got some arrogant asshole's cell phone working for them while they ate breakfast in a fancy New York restaurant today. They didn't express much gratitude but, uh...hey, how rewarding to do for others.
Yes, of course I'm being sarcastic. |
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Posted by Art | 10:23 PM EST |
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Besides, you may one day happen upon an article in which this particular sphincter is sued for plagiarism and arrested on a morals charge all in the same day.
Maybe the perfect girl for you, like Beyonce after a coupla drinks.
http://www.perezhilton.com/topics/jodie_marsh/