Well.... rat farts.
*hastily scribbled note to Jack, who is napping on the sofa*
Jack,
Got a call from my publicist - they need me to show up at the film festival and give a little face time. Apparently Ed Harris is on another "hippie art retreat" and backed out. I tried calling him and asking him what the hell he thought Woodstock was, but... I think he's high on St. John's Wort or something. He was listening to Widespread Panic. I... I think it's bad this time.
Anyway, I have to catch a flight ...now. I didn't want to wake you - I know you haven't been sleeping well, and I don't want another relapse with the Black Oil/Cancer Man thingie.
I'll be back late Sunday night. Hope to find you here? I'm really sorry. I don't know if I'll get any reception in the woods. I think those people live like ANIMALS. Flipping hippies. I'll bring you back a hackey sack. Crap's like CURRENCY for these fools.
love you.
Will
*quietly wheel my bag out, kiss your head, slip into the limo to head to the airport*
Jack,
Got a call from my publicist - they need me to show up at the film festival and give a little face time. Apparently Ed Harris is on another "hippie art retreat" and backed out. I tried calling him and asking him what the hell he thought Woodstock was, but... I think he's high on St. John's Wort or something. He was listening to Widespread Panic. I... I think it's bad this time.
Anyway, I have to catch a flight ...now. I didn't want to wake you - I know you haven't been sleeping well, and I don't want another relapse with the Black Oil/Cancer Man thingie.
I'll be back late Sunday night. Hope to find you here? I'm really sorry. I don't know if I'll get any reception in the woods. I think those people live like ANIMALS. Flipping hippies. I'll bring you back a hackey sack. Crap's like CURRENCY for these fools.
love you.
Will
*quietly wheel my bag out, kiss your head, slip into the limo to head to the airport*