August 6, 2005

• Sometimes, I it feels like I should start my entries off with “Dear Diary”. Oh well.
  
  I said I was going to tell the story of Will and the test drive, so here goes.
  
  Will was an old neighbor of mine. He came up at four in the morning Saturday a week ago now. It was funny ’cause I couldn’t go to sleep and one of my new neighbors had AIMed me two hours prior saying he couldn’t sleep. So we swapped girl problems. That’s not the story we set out to tell though. We want to talk about Will.
  
  So this white car that neither me nor my neighbor has ever seen before drives up at four o’ clock in the morning. It was kinda creepy ’cause we’ve been having problems with break-ins. Two nights before this even, several of us had seen these three teenage kids looking in cars as if they were casing the joint. I almost called the cops. Alas, that’s not the story I want to tell either.
  
  White car pulls up. Tall guy gets out. Don’t recognize him at all. As he approaches the stairs, something registered in the back of my mind that I knew this guy from somewhere. Then it hit me––it was Will! He had cut his hair and shaved. He didn’t recognize me either for I too had shaved.
  
  After we’d greeted each other, we decided that we’d both go to IHOP, his treat. That was kinda fun cause he tried to hit me with his silverware. I blocked with my arm, and the wrap hit the guy katty-corner to us. He was drunk and almost picked a fight with us. When the festivities at IHOP had come to a close, we came back to my place.
  
  I suppose I should tell you a little bit about Will’s car. He’d just bought it about two months ago brand new. It was a five speed. (Don’t ask for the make and model ’cause I wasn’t paying attention.) It was a five speed. (For those of you in Rio Linda, that means it was a manual transmission.) He let me drive his car for a little bit. That may or may not be exciting to you, but what made it special to me was the fact that I hadn’t driven a manual for three years andit was a new car. I hopped right in and drove it like I’d been driving manuals for years.
  
  We got back to my place around eight in the morning and then he decided we’d go out to Athens to visit his friend. On the way back, we stopped at a dealership cause driving his car made me want a new one to replace that piece of shit that I’m driving. Specifically, I wanted a manual. So, long story short, I duped the salesman into thinking I was going to actually buy the car right then and there. I test drove a 2005 Vibe. Talk about having a laugh for the day! Twice in the same day I had driven a manual and both of them brand new.
  
  I finally crashed around noon and woke up around six. Beth called and we had dinner cause John was out of town. Talking to my neighbor as well as Will, I had come to the conclusion that it was best to just try to be a good friend to Butterfly, so when Beth and I had dinner, I told her that her and John had taught me patience and how to have a proper relationship. She was like, “John taught you patience, not me.” We had a little laugh over that because she can be demanding at times whereas John is really laid back.
  
  
  INT. IN THE APARTMENT MOPING ABOUT THE FUTURE–DAY
  
  So I’ve really gotten a lot of information that I needed about forming a partnership as well as some information about the local area as far as certain services offered. I’ve got about 5 days of work I’ve got to get done before Monday morning so that I can finally pass off the info to Butterfly. However, in my studies in bringing the company into existence, I’ve run into what I believe is an artificial brick wall. Hopefully that will all be cleared up by the end of the week, if not by mid-week.
  
  My birthday is tomorrow, but there’ll be no celebration. My family will be out of town, friends won’t be able to come because of their schedules. Oh well. I got my wish out of the whole thing. Except for a four hour shift in the morning, I got the weekend off, so I’ve got some downtime that I can dedicate to Blue Portal.
  
  Wanna here the irony? My sinus infection kicked in Wednesday night, so I had to call in sick Thursday at both places, but it’s pretty much cleared up now. Oh yeah, the theater that was so oppressive at times (translation: overworked and underpaid) was the only one to send me cards and letters prior to my birthday. I think I can claim I’m officially an old man. That, and that I know who really cares. Oh God, the irony!
  
  I need to get through the end of the year in one piece, but more importantly, I need to get to Sidewalk Film Fest. It’s going to take a lot of hard work to get everything together the way I want it, but if we are to have a shot at owning and operating our own production company, this is where we turn it around. If all we do between now and the end of September is dick around, our course is obvious. Grief and heartache will ensue.
  
  So, to all that read this, pray or do whatever your religion dictates that I’ll/we’ll have plenty of good favor the rest of the year and that all the hard work that has been done/will be done will pay off.

  
  

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