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I, Jack Meadows, now aged 29 years, have led an exceptionally interesting life that could/should/will be a feature length movie, or one of those HBO series. Not bragging, just saying. There’s twists and turns and comedy, romance and tragedy, gorilla suits and gunfights. The only thing that would stop my kickass movie or HBO series from being made would be the arduous task of finding an actor to encompass such a role of versatility and complexity.
A creative writing professor once told us something to the effect of, “If you don’t have enough to write about by the time you’re thirty, something, something, you shouldn’t try to be a writer.” I just tried to google it to see if he was quoting someone but didn’t see it. Anyway, that creative writing professor had self-published SIX books, two of which were collections of his poetic musings from when he lived in a cabin in Seattle. Basically, this guy knows what the fuck he’s talking about.
For the sake of making the screenplay writer and director’s job easier, I’m going to stick to the traditional method of telling a story, chronologically, because who has time to figure out what’s going on in Memento?
Until then, I need some likes and shares if you enjoy reading about my usually-awesome life. Feel free to quote my Meadowisms, just please attribute If you don’t enjoy it, I hear La-La Land is a pretty good show.