I'm at a coffee shop downtown listening to a hipster guy in a scarf bore his friends with talk about his "script". He thinks he might want to make it a major motion picture but feels the indy approach is more his speed.
I killed two nights in Portland and Tues here in Boise. The bartender here in Boise is 5'11" has red hair and is hot. I met her here last week. I drank at her bar. She got drunk and flirted with me and the other 7 guys drinking there. I invited her to a show. She didn't show up but came to the club to get me afterward. She again flirted with every guy near her and twice lifter her mini skirt to show me her bare ass, (it's a nice one). We then went to a couple of other bars and made out briefly. She's leaving for the weekend.
I'm glad I'm not driving every day but I'm about to hit the level of loneliness that reulsts in a self-inflicted knife wound to the wrist.
The potentially indy script writer is actually pitching his script to the people with him. I wonder if he knows he's in Boise.
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