enough of this meeting stuff...

Deano was one definitely not one to walk about and flirt in a meeting scenario. After money was mentioned it was time to "blow" the joint. It was up and out of the basement, but not before a quick trip to the restroom where Deano's son's 6 year old daughter barged in on me while I was doing what had to be done in the confines of a bathroom enviroment. That was a great addition to an already weird day. Most would have at this point had a panic attack. Needless to say I was eager to leave Deano's house, and get back to the St. Louis area. As I stumbled up the basement stairs to the condo style living room and equally stale kitchen halice made his way to the fridge to find a soda, more importantly a soda with sugar in it. But, no such luck so he was forced to chug down a light beer. It gets better. I watching one diabetic future kid's show host chug down a beer while at my side is a mental patient of a writer still rambling on about a script that was getting worse and worse and more boring, and boring. Deano led us into his upstairs office for a minute while he called the set director we were to meet next (another attempt that would impress Halice enough to start making the checks out payable to cash). I noticed as I stood over D's desk is there were several documents that included large, large sums of money. One was a money transfer of some sort that had a number of 14,000 dollars plus and the other was a cancelled check upwards of 4,000 dollars. This was all impressive and such, but it was quite evident that these items were set here on purpose so that nosey folks like myself would snoop and find something that would put confidence into throwing money at he and his business. As we walked to a the car a very lit Halice handed me his keys stating that the mixture of alcohol and insulin was making him a bit wonky. I figured it was useless to tell him that I thought we should find a different writer to work with.