I Do A Nice Sloppy First Draft

A Few Months Ago, I Had The Pleasure Of Actually Visiting The Playboy Mansion. I Saw The Peacocks, Fed Grapes To The Monkeys, And Even Braved The Fabled Grotto. After Seeing The Estate, I Understood Why Anyone Would Be Reluctant To Leave.

I Grew Up In The Midwest; You Don't Know Any Screenwriters. It Didn't Seem Like A Realistic Career Possibility.

You Know, I Did Not Like Being Famous. It Was A Stressful And Ugly Time, And I'm Glad It's Over.

I Don't Know If I Have Some Kind Of Defiance Disorder Or Something, But If I'm Hired To Write Something By "the Man," Or By A Studio, For Whatever Reason, It's Really Hard For Me To Finish. I Inevitably Wind Up Using That Time To Write Something Else.

Juno: Woooah! ....dreeeaaam Big!