My mother sent me an email this morning that said (among other things): I am getting ready to buy our golf dinner tickets. I would be happy to purchase one for you and even for a companion if I can be assured you would like to attend.
She can be so supportive sometimes. It makes a brotha feel loved.
If Zamora can front me gas money, I'm taking the CSULB job no matter what play it is. I'll talk to him today. It'll be a lot of work, I'm assuming, but I just want to direct again. This is not me compromising. This is me feeling like I haven't done any real work in a long fucking time.
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