Screenwriters have been banished from The Story Kingdom and cast out as creative refugees. My tiny female overlords upstairs have banished me down to the garage where I will be conducting this campaign to build a movie studio. *Most days they just throw their dirty laundry down an old chute and they don’t let me come back up until it’s all clean and perfectly folded.
But I’ve got my weights, books, a war rig (e-bike), a globe bar and a mini fridge.
The perfect punk rock home base to start stirring up some trouble.
PS: This is just a rough draft test record and I’m still learning Riverside FM. The quality of these videos will improve as soon as I figure out WTF I’m doing.
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