This is a busy month. Not a good time to make a film that's due Feb 1st. But now is not the time to have doubts. I will leave the doubts for the couple weeks before Feb when I still haven't shot the first frame. The good news is, it looks like the first hurdle has been crossed. Many more ahead. I found my lead. He was in the back of a small tin building separated from the Wagon Wheel flea market I went to Sunday. No body was in this building and it was full of junk and stuff that was so filthy it must have been rejected from the flea market. Junk that is below the other junk. I was walking through this building when I saw this big ugly chair on wheels. No one was around so I went even further into this dark dust hell. Then I met Bobby. He was sitting half asleep in a chair. I asked him about the big chair with wheels and to that he answered, "I am so fucked up", and he was so right. And then he said, "You're fucked up to aren't you?" I really didn't know how to respond so I said, "Ya, I'm totally fucked up." Then I started gagging on the dust in there. It was not your normal dust. It was more like powdered moss. The big chair I wanted was covered in about a quarter inch of it. It got stuck in my throat like a hair ball. I couldn't talk. I was hacking and hitting my chest and trying to talk but I couldn't. This made Bobby feel pretty good. Three days later I can still taste the dust in my mouth. Bobby decided to go with me to get my truck. He held down the small wire fence so I could drive in. We squeezed through the crowded food venders and made it back to the building. I loaded the chair. I gave him forty bucks and wheezed all the way home. I don't know if my lead can act yet, but he sure likes to party. Big surprise.david jerome




