Four More Years? Four More Years?

It seems like just yesterday I was on vacation, sipping a Dos Equis, swaying on a hammock (item #21) between two palm trees overlooking the Pacific evaluating my life. I was in a career that offered no joy and I seemingly couldn't escape. All I ever really wanted to do was write and get paid for it. It was at that liquor-fueled moment that I decided to attempt just that.

Upon my return (hopped up on adrenaline and pain medication for a pulled back muscle) I went back to my scandal-plagued employer, and told them I quit. A few weeks later I loaded up a U-Haul and drove 381 miles to my new apartment in Hollywood (technically, I'm 2 blocks away from Hollywood, but who's counting).

That hammock-and-beer-based decision came four years ago this week. While the transition hasn't been a smooth ride by any stretch, I'm glad to attempt something I care about. And with that, I'd like to thank each of the people I temped for during my four years here. I can't remember everyone, but I sure can remember a lot. So here's the list. Thank you...

1. Steve
2. Marc
3. Jill
4. Jeff
5. Neal
6. Kevin
7. Birdie
8. Heather
9. Jim
10. Rowena
11. Doug
12. Chris
13. David
14. Harriett
15. Alan
16. David
17. Peter
18. Clancy
19. Tramm
20. Heather
21. Stephanie
22. Crystal
23. Neil
24. Tracey
25. Max
26. Tom
27. Deborah
28. Matthew
29. Alisa
30. Brooke
31. Nina
32. Sam
33. Michael
34. Peter
35. Chris
36. Erika
37. Maira
38. Cathleen
39. Charlie
40. Nellie
41. Madeline
42. Meg
43. Michael
44. Anson
45. Jack
46. Barbara
47. Susan
48. Alan
49. Araceli
50. Mark
51. Steve
52. Bob
53. Rafael
54. Lillah
55. Gayla
    

Plus the dude at the ad agency, the gig that wasn't, Edmonds Entertainment, MTV Films, accounts receivable at WHV and probably a bunch of other people I forgot. You've financed (albeit poorly) the last four years of my life. And if any of you ever want to buy any of my scripts, represent me or just hire me, let's talk. You know how to reach me.