The More-Than-Complete Story of Roadtrip 2007 & Waffles pt. 2

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Quick detour. I meant to tell this story earlier as it happened during my trip to Chicago in January to work on the first draft of our screenplay, Phudie Mart. Click the picture ot the left to see my old lighter. It’s a Hollywood Star zippo and it was given to my by all my aunts years and years and years ago. I’ve always been into movies and made movies with my aunt’s videocamera’s long before my own. The first movie I every made was with Aunt Pat’s camera, it was basically me in a Hockey Mask using forced-perspective to make it look like I stuck an axe in my thirteen-year-old cousin, Haili’s head. Because of these shorts and my love of movies and desire to be a filmmaker, they gave me a symbolic Zippo.

Same story as every Zippo, it works until you use all the flints and fluid you bought, and then it sits in your shit drawer until you buy more fluid, later next year. When I finally made my move to L.A. I found the lighter, the symbol of the ultimate destination they all predicted for me years ago. I was finally moving to Hollywood. I took the lighter, which hadn’t been used in years, and put it in my bag so it would remind me to get fluid so I could revive the symbol in L.A.
Mike McConnell, the afternoon host on 700 WLW in Cincinnati used to call rigidly followed illogical laws “piece of paper” laws. Silly to follow/doesn’t apply, but, the piece of paper says to do it no matter what.
You can’t take non-working lighters on airplanes. I told the guy at the security check that it wasn’t exactly a disposeable bic, it was something I’d had for a long time. Doesn’t matter, a lighter’s a lighter. No, sorry, that’s not true, that’s actually, simply not true. Sorry, it’s the rules. So I pulled the middle drum out of the Zippo, the part that lights. Here you go sir. Here’s the part that lights, that’s what they wrote the law for, to stop things from being lit. Sorry I have to take the lighter. But the metal case poses no danger. Sorry sir, I have to take it.

I asked him if I could take a picture of the lighter before it got thrown away so that the terrorists would never win and take away our freedoms. And now I feel I’ve paid it a proper goodbye, hey, I got to L.A. I guess I can take it from here.

BlogLighter.JPG

Quick detour. I meant to tell this story earlier as it happened during my trip to Chicago in January to work on the first draft of our screenplay, Phudie Mart. Click the picture ot the left to see my old lighter. It’s a Hollywood Star zippo and it was given to my by all my aunts years and years and years ago. I’ve always been into movies and made movies with my aunt’s videocamera’s long before my own. The first movie I every made was with Aunt Pat’s camera, it was basically me in a Hockey Mask using forced-perspective to make it look like I stuck an axe in my thirteen-year-old cousin, Haili’s head. Because of these shorts and my love of movies and desire to be a filmmaker, they gave me a symbolic Zippo.

Same story as every Zippo, it works until you use all the flints and fluid you bought, and then it sits in your shit drawer until you buy more fluid, later next year. When I finally made my move to L.A. I found the lighter, the symbol of the ultimate destination they all predicted for me years ago. I was finally moving to Hollywood. I took the lighter, which hadn’t been used in years, and put it in my bag so it would remind me to get fluid so I could revive the symbol in L.A.
Mike McConnell, the afternoon host on 700 WLW in Cincinnati used to call rigidly followed illogical laws “piece of paper” laws. Silly to follow/doesn’t apply, but, the piece of paper says to do it no matter what.
You can’t take non-working lighters on airplanes. I told the guy at the security check that it wasn’t exactly a disposeable bic, it was something I’d had for a long time. Doesn’t matter, a lighter’s a lighter. No, sorry, that’s not true, that’s actually, simply not true. Sorry, it’s the rules. So I pulled the middle drum out of the Zippo, the part that lights. Here you go sir. Here’s the part that lights, that’s what they wrote the law for, to stop things from being lit. Sorry I have to take the lighter. But the metal case poses no danger. Sorry sir, I have to take it.

I asked him if I could take a picture of the lighter before it got thrown away so that the terrorists would never win and take away our freedoms. And now I feel I’ve paid it a proper goodbye, hey, I got to L.A. I guess I can take it from here.

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