still wanna go pt.2....

My buddy, Halice, is a skiddish and sometimes riddilin prone personality. So it wasn't a surprise he was over an hour late for the trip out. When he did arrive it was evident we weren't going to make the meeting that was in forty-five minutes that was to be at the end of an hour and half drive to Springfield, IL. So after a unplanned stop for gas and convenience store deli sandwiches (lunch of eboli champs all over the world), and a fantastic surprise break for diabetic insulin, we were off. Let me tell you Halice get's some cell phone calls. Business mainly. Money being thrown everywhere, various buildings, realstate, hell probably food franchises as far as I know. The ride was like Dr. Gonzo, and the great Samoan lawyer riding across the Californian desert into the promise land of glitz and fortune. I would like to think I was the Thompson of the two. Half way up a notepad is thrown my way, and talk of what the plans of the television show in works, and the reason for the trip were to be put down on paper and with about a half hour to spare. I can't help but think this isn't possibly how all t.v. shows are planned out, especially kids' shows. So the brainfarts were a whafting through the air, and down upon yellow pages of Mead. We were getting close, and soon the real meat of the story woould show.....