cop-out entry

I was going to write about something my friends Mike, Jender and I were talking about but something came up.

My friend’s mother is in the hospital today. She was run over this morning by a car while walking to work.

So my friend Ryan and I are going to go to the UCSD medical center to make sure that Gina (and her mother of course) are okay and possibly get her flowers. I think it is too late right now, but I want to be there for support.

So in light of the “re-run” episodes, here is a cop out entry: a letter from my friend Cooper. This will pretty much update you folks about what’s going on in my life:

Hey Sharon,

I’m finding that it’s very difficult to answer phone calls at night,
being that I’m usually drunk and/or high.

I’m at my temp job right now, between film gigs. Early this month though, I start work on some thing for Wheel of Fortune. Vanna is going to pass that arm of hers over nine new cars in nine choice SF spots. It’s three weeks of work, hopefully at my new union rate! That should be… fun?

Working on draft two to Twilight. I read that you’ve got some scripts
brewing as well. You wanted some feedback right. Well… I don’t want
to give it because I don’t think you need it. You know what’s funny. You
know what works. The hardest thing in life is simply trusting that. And
I’ve got this feeling that if one can do that – can truly trust in their own
abilities – then everything else is gravy.

A suggestion that you take
from someone else is a dilution (a real word?) of your own talent and
instinct.

This is all tied into a book I’ve dicovered. Yes, I found a book – the
only book ever – that I fucking love. It’s all about talent and self-confidence, and how the world hates anyone with the balls to dream, because then maybe they could have dreamed too. It’s genius. It’s called “The Fountain Head”
by Ayn Rand. You might have heard of it. Anyone who regards living as
more importnat than simply staying alive should read it. It’s our paperback mascot Sharon, I shit you not.

Friendster, I know of it. Everyone I know is doing it. It’s a huge Asian
thing out here. I haven’t put myself up their yet. I’m sure I will
someday. We’ll see. My love life’s a mess as well. I’ve just started
to dive back into the dating scene. And sure enough, “Theresa” calls me up. We had it out last night. She and I are stuck in this cycle. Niether of us can move on, because no one else is more right (which we’re in
agreeance on), but there’s this barrior that can’t be crossed for some fucked up reason. Neither of us will bury it. But neither of us will take it where it’s supposed to be, because I fear rejection by her, and she’s
protecting her pride from the guy who strayed. Stalemate. We’re going to the movies tonight :o) It’s like a drug.

That’s my life in a nut shell. Good luck with editing. I hope it
turns out well. Keep me posted.

Coop


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I’m on the best diet of my life: The man diet.