Tombstone: this isn’t a reference to a town in Arizona, a place of mythic proportions, and common screenplay fodder — it’s an idea that has kicked around in the back of my brain for years now. It started when I was dating a girl from deep East Dallas, really a suburb and I had to drive past a “monument” maker’s place. It spawned an idea for story about a character who buys a tombstone and keeps changing the inscription until he’s left with a piece of paper thin rock. I even researched gravestone inscriptions for this idea, but it never quite came together. I kept seeing this character changing his mind about what was going to be on his grave. And what got me thinking about it was a friend of my neighbor’s who actually had a slab of marble — she is a sculptor, you know — but try explaining that to the police. “Got it at a garage sale — look, I didn’t steal it — it’s blank.”
Raising the bar: how do you beat one pound of Kona Coffee and a topless postcard? Two pounds of Kona coffee, a postcard with “catch of the day” (use your imagination), and a calendar of, of, of females on beaches in Hawaii (use your imagination — although it doesn’t require much, not from looking at the calendar). At least the calendar is Y2K compliant. It is always good to have high friends in low places.
I saw a sign in a store window yesaterday, “Student Loans here.” I wonder how much they would loan me on the students I know?
