into the bowels of "B"...

Among movie posters, signed photos of various stars and lesser stars, and very random props was Deano's working studio. to the right was his photography studio, cheap streamers, and backdrops for suckers and the cheap to smile in front of. To the right of that were at least six computers all humming and beeping at the commands of a typical looking Midwestern hayseed. Deano was quick to get to the point, but not before a bit of business bravado, and the expected name dropping. John Candy was a great guy, That's the actual hat John Belushi used in the Blues Brothers, that's the gun my son carried as an extra in the 80s mini series "Amerika", the story of the U.S. being invaded and taken control of by the Soviets. Pretty obscure to say the least, I dare any of you to track that little television gem down. "Let's sit down, and get down what the project is all about", chattered out Deano, and away we were. Deano motioned for the white trashy looking fellow to detach himself from his glowing computer screens (dropped the fact that he was "editing together some film work we've put together for the Discovery Channel). He introduced us to this man as his son, and then surprised us with idea that he would be the director and direct line to Deano, as 'D's envolvement would be very minimal. Other pressing engagements I'm sure, the Jolies and Pitts of the world were desperately standing by. To my left on the basement condo style sectional was a tattered late-middle age man, life had beaten the hell out of him as it was evident by the look of his grey hair, slouched posture, and overall meakness. The was to be the writer that would be working with Halice. He was the quietess writer I'd ever met, unless you wanted to talk about the script he had been working on "Psycho Billy". It was to be a Dr. Calimarie/ American Psycho farce that included one scene titled "The Boner Dance". fantastic. And this was the guy assigned to help write a future children's television show for possible Animal Planet submission. The meeting was starting to feel like a grown up fantasy role-playing session, and I was at best the dwarven cleric, since all the other characters had been picked and squandered.