So much has happened this week, I really don't know where to begin.
In all honesty, this is the first real post since Egon got back in town. Props to my brotha from another motha-land. We've been hangin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool when my mom called, about a week or two ago I think, and tells me that there might be a place to live opening up in Winter Park, FL. For those of you who don't know, that's where Full Sail is. If the guy decides I'm ok, and wants me to move in, barring acceptance, I could be going to Film School as early as May 30. YIKES!
The guy, Alex, is the son of one of the teachers in the school district with my mom. He's been going there for a year and is working now as a P.A. to an actress who's film is being shot in the Full Sail Lot. Pretty cool stuff when you think about it. I've talked to him once, and he seems pretty cool, so I'd feel really lucky if I could stay at his place. It's a two story town house one mile from the school. Pretty sweet.
This new development really kicked me in the ass. For those of you temporally challanged, that leaves me with three months...
Three months...thirteen weeks...ninty one days...2184 hours...131040 minutes...7862400 seconds...
Translation...not enough time.
On top of this sudden development, I had to go to court for that accident I had on 12/30/06.
I was really kinda worried. The time on my court document said 19:00 AM. WTF? For those temporally-challenged losers still reading after the breakdown five lines above, that's 7:00 PM AM. Yeah.
Egon took me and we arrived early, but still, I was nervous as hell. I don't have a lot of money, and this offence was a Class B Misdemeanor, which in MO is punishable with a fine up to $300 and possibly 30 days in jail. Because I was early, I got to sit through some of the most boringly sorrid courtcases about Child Custody and Child Support to never make it to the big screen. After watching as the last offender was cuffed and taken away, we were ushered into the hall to wait with everyone else as the baliff took his prisoner across the street.
When we were ushered back in nearly thirty minutes later, we were seated around some of the craziest denizens of St. Joe I had ever seen. It was like living in a Tim Burton movie, w/o Johnny Depp. People were pissed, people were angry, people were downright rude as the talked with the judge, and then it hit me. I'm going to have to stand up there and talk to the judge, in front of all the crazies and the two inmates that were brought in in cuffs and seated opposite us "good" citizens, and tell him about my accident. AAAAHHHH!!!!
"Joseph Myers?"
I stood, Egon gave me a look of mute support. I approached the stand, my hands were antzy, my step-weak. I got up the the stand and he looked down at me from his high chair.
"You a student Mr. Myers?"
"uh. yeah." (That's exactly how I said it, no caps.)
"Why don't you tell me what happened."
Water...brakes...new brakes...water...sliding...left backend, right front end...did I mention water?
"What are you studying up there?"
"broadcasting"
"Oh yeah? What's your focus?"
"film" (This cannot gest more weird...and I feel like I'm being made fun of by all the crazies)
"Ah...You watch the Oscars?"
"uh...yeah..." (WTF?)
"What did you think?"
"uh...I didn't agree..." (Fucking Departed)
"I missed it, I was too busy watching Battlestar Galactica."
At this point, if you were to go listen to the tapes of my case you would hear the dead silence that escaped my lips, followed immediately by the escapee: weird snigger. It's there, go listen. Immediately it was followed with a sheepish, yeah.
I ended up getting out of the ticket, no permenant record and no fines. I only had to pay the court costs. w00t.
And that's the most of it, terror of the future. I live with my own sort of terrorist code, but at least I know that I have friends in high places. Friends like Judge Adama.
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