Night of September 11, stood outside the Claremont on 4th, downtown Seattle... two buddies... Will, another army veteran, Brian, Annapolis graduate and Marine Corps veteran.... kicked this thing around... we're at war.... yep.... it'll be like Pearl Harbor... you gonna reenlist? Forgot who asked... there was a pregnant pause... then we all burst into laughter... we had the inside dope. "service." what a con.... am i proud I served? maybe proud the way a drunk mysteriously avoids an oncoming car or that other thing you narrowly survived but never again.
glued to the tv for about a week.... the week before Will and I had suffered a devastating setback... the producer who optioned our screenplay died of a heart attack, which pretty much killed the chances of it ever making it out of development... worse... Robert Laurel... what a giant. sued 20th Century Fox... won his case too. a real working class hero who fought his way into the business... proud to have worked with Bobby... so... his passing December 7th already hit very, very hard.... four days later the rest of the world piled on.... by September 12th it was obvious to us the entire story was complete bullshit... Justin Raimondo from Antiwar.com used to refer to the post 9/11 world as Bizarro World... wow would Justin have had a field day with the 2020s....
glad I came across your page Biff. Look forward to what else you got. I don't have any online payment system, cause I'm from the 1880s.... but look forward to getting your book soon as I get that all sorted.
The world is ending, so I’ll write and go wherever I want. If anyone wants a fight, I’ll accommodate them. I’ve gotten death threats, and the only ones I take seriously are those that appear to come from corporations. It’s still odd. The older I get, or the less I have to lose, the more wary that makes me, but backing down is more dangerous. Once people know you’ll eat shit, they’ll keep feeding it to you forever.
True enough. I don’t begrudge you for being a stubborn old carbuncle. I’m one too, but I go about it differently, by being a serial avoider. I’ve gotten death threats too, for going too far investigating mobsters. But I backed away, temporarily at least. If I have to fight, I’m more of a rope-a-dope fighter. To me, winning means not losing. My unachievable dream goal is to be the last one standing as the universe implodes. I don’t care if anybody thinks I’m a pussy, I’m not leading with my head.
Night of September 11, stood outside the Claremont on 4th, downtown Seattle... two buddies... Will, another army veteran, Brian, Annapolis graduate and Marine Corps veteran.... kicked this thing around... we're at war.... yep.... it'll be like Pearl Harbor... you gonna reenlist? Forgot who asked... there was a pregnant pause... then we all burst into laughter... we had the inside dope. "service." what a con.... am i proud I served? maybe proud the way a drunk mysteriously avoids an oncoming car or that other thing you narrowly survived but never again.
glued to the tv for about a week.... the week before Will and I had suffered a devastating setback... the producer who optioned our screenplay died of a heart attack, which pretty much killed the chances of it ever making it out of development... worse... Robert Laurel... what a giant. sued 20th Century Fox... won his case too. a real working class hero who fought his way into the business... proud to have worked with Bobby... so... his passing December 7th already hit very, very hard.... four days later the rest of the world piled on.... by September 12th it was obvious to us the entire story was complete bullshit... Justin Raimondo from Antiwar.com used to refer to the post 9/11 world as Bizarro World... wow would Justin have had a field day with the 2020s....
glad I came across your page Biff. Look forward to what else you got. I don't have any online payment system, cause I'm from the 1880s.... but look forward to getting your book soon as I get that all sorted.
I don’t begrudge you either. Just different natures.
The world is ending, so I’ll write and go wherever I want. If anyone wants a fight, I’ll accommodate them. I’ve gotten death threats, and the only ones I take seriously are those that appear to come from corporations. It’s still odd. The older I get, or the less I have to lose, the more wary that makes me, but backing down is more dangerous. Once people know you’ll eat shit, they’ll keep feeding it to you forever.
True enough. I don’t begrudge you for being a stubborn old carbuncle. I’m one too, but I go about it differently, by being a serial avoider. I’ve gotten death threats too, for going too far investigating mobsters. But I backed away, temporarily at least. If I have to fight, I’m more of a rope-a-dope fighter. To me, winning means not losing. My unachievable dream goal is to be the last one standing as the universe implodes. I don’t care if anybody thinks I’m a pussy, I’m not leading with my head.