there's got to be a shorter route...

I don't know what it was. Whether Deano wanted to show us the absolute blandness of his hometown of Springfield, IL or if he was showing some bravado as to how unaffected by gas prices were, and be damned to them. Needless to say the route across town to the set designers house was a lengthy one, and this town was flat and the absolute definition of suburbia. Upon reaching our destination, me driving with my slowing sinking friend next to me (beer and insulin, I could have told was not a good idea), proceeded into this equally upper middle class home. It was uncanny. You would think that as members of the same faternal film making society that these guys had made a pact to all live in similar homes. Course I didn't see were the writer was living, more than likely a shanty on the wrong side of the tracks that's only contents were a rusty 1980s typewriter and an inflatable mattress with unwashed sheets wrapped around it. The similarity of Deano and this new guy's house brought to my mind the thought that maybe the only was to successfully work together, these fellows had to be on the same page not only creatively, but also lifestyle-wise. If one was better off looking than the other there could be decention in the creative ranks. Or so this is what popped into my head. The house belonged to a tall well quaffed black fellow who wore a sweater much like Cliff Huxtable might and his wife equally as glamorous wore a sparkle ridded dress much like the episode of the Cosby Show where Claire wanted to lose weight to fit into her dream dress to go to some fancy well-to-do party. They were both on their way out when we arrived, they too were off to some elegant get together. Pretty ironic really. He was about 6' 2", and you could tell that in his early days he was a lanky guy, probably had a nickname, "Stretch", or at least was called a "tall drink of water" once or twice. Stretch was more subdued and a more intrigueing and truthworth personality than Deano, and it was clear that even though they both lived in similar homes, Stretch had done much better financially. He walked us down to his basement, another show place to be sure, complete with full bar, and instead of signed photos and posters he had awards and plaques that comemorated his past ventures and deeds in the movie industry. He was a sentimental guy much more than a braggert as Deano had come off. The writer as I had learned followed behind, and Stretch looked not to be very impressed with him either as it looked like they had had past dealings, and more than likely Stretch had been begged to by the wormy little typer. So started the second presentation...