I'm Killing Hollywood.
So I put in a call to The Guy and after a few days he hasn't called back, which I'm used to because after all there are jokes made about why guys like this don't call back, business as usual, tra-la-la.
I email and say, "phone call?" and The Guy emails back, "Sorry, I was at a funeral today, very sad, will call tomorrow."
Of course tomorrow didn't come, or rather the phone call didn't, which is okay because I was at the movies, anyway.
So I email the next day and say, "phone call?" and The Guy emails back, "I just lost another industry friend," and details, and "call you in a sec," which I didn't believe, because after all, this is The Guy.
But then I realize, for every call The Guy doesn't return, a friend dies.
Whoa. This could be a mooooovie!
I kill Hollywood, fear my call.
Or return it.
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"...for every call ... a friend dies." Hahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Hey, but they're not YOUR friends, right? So go ahead and call The Guy again.
Maybe I should take requests.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh....
So you're the reason I'm not getting anywhere!
It's a gift.
Didn't Collin Ferrell stand in a phone booth for an hour and a half for that movie?
Or was it Collin Firth?
I get my Collins mixed up. Unless it's Tom Collins.
I think it's too many Tom Collins that make you get your Collins mixed up!
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