My ex-boss James (James and the Sky Bars – Dec. 31, 2005) spoke on the phone last night. Most of our communications are by email, but it was time for a voice-to-voice conversation. After the normal catching up bullshit, the conversation turned, as it always seems to, to my book – MOTHER*UCKER.
I told him that my agent has it, but the process is stalled at that point. I contacted Lance (the agent) a month or so ago and he told me that he would check on it’s progress. Of course, I never heard back from him. I guess it’s time to contact him again – squeaky wheel and all that bullshit.
But I digress. James suggested another avenue for my creative talents.
As loyal readers of my posts know, I had a “freak” accident in November, 2003 that ended my driving career and, along with other ailments, put me on disability. For any of you not familiar with this occurrence, I wrote about it in depth in my post of October 5, 2005, “Freaky.”
James suggested that I ask any of you readers if you’ve had a similar accident. Something out of left field. Something freaky that’s happened. Maybe even something that’s changed your life.
If so, I’d like to hear about it. Email your story and contact information to me at:
Please put MOTHERTRUCKER in your subject line, because I ain’t stupid. I won’t open shit that doesn’t have a familiar email address.
Maybe I can work a series of short stories or essays out of these, and we’ll all be famous. Who knows? Stranger things have happened.
I’m looking forward to hearing from you.