Have a story that's been bugging me, I think I'll have no choice but to deal with it, another road story of two old farts, in this case going to Tijuana to buy veterinary Nembutol, the "peaceful pill" gold standard for those seeking self-deliverance, this in 2006 at the beginning of the Mexican drug cartel wars, and the height of Nembutol popularity and availability. You can see the ironic weaving of "death" themes here. A dark comedy, as usual. I thought I was "retired" from this sort of thing but apparently not. Working title, The Peaceful Pill Wars.
The Fourth. Nothing happening until later when the noise starts and Sketch freaks out. I may barbecue a steak -- at least I bought one for same. Mellow today, though, mostly into reading and brooding about the new idea and also about the possibility of adapting the last novel to film. Have some interesting ideas emerging on the latter. First, see if the story generates any enthusiasm from actors. Without it, no point in doing it.
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