#125

taking it hard in new york city where the streets are burning my soles and the weather is hot and the girls are pretty and they are starting to show some skin and i am starting to fall in love on a daily basis with a different girl it is the damn weather i tell you it is the pollen i tell you it is the fact that i have a penis i tell you oh god i need to get out of this bacchanal city before i take it too far with some floozy that took advantage of a surge in my hormones or before i drink and smoke myself into some gnarly oblivion with nothing left behind but a strange little movie and an even stranger collection of journalism and an oddball selection of unproduced screenplays that have as yet resisted garnering an agent or manager and just sit there on my shelf like some ugly little art project i was too scared to show anyone but the truth is that i have just been to pansy about the whole thing and i have refused to be cocky and arrogant enough to get my scripts in the hands of the studio brass who can make the damn things into movies with stars and big budgets and all so it is time to get cocky and shove it down some throats