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V18 N37 December 10, 2020
V18 N37
December 10, 2020
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Page 20 EXIT ZERO December 10, 2020<br />
pay all that well, gives me weekly<br />
Deadline Anxiety and costs me<br />
three/creates new enemies every<br />
year.<br />
Your friendly neighborhood<br />
Exit Zero delivery driver got off<br />
to a rollicking start this week by<br />
forgetting to click-in the passenger<br />
side seatbelt before loading<br />
56 bundles of magazines on the<br />
seat. What’s the big deal? Well, the<br />
seat thought a very heavy person<br />
was sitting there so the seat belt<br />
warning chimed about every five<br />
minutes. I mean, nobody died, but<br />
it was pretty annoying. And now<br />
I know precisely how many times<br />
it beeps. (eight slow, 40 fast. And<br />
now you can hear it, can’t you.)<br />
Pulled into Ocean First Bank<br />
in Villas to drop a bundle, noticed<br />
a sign on the door and got out to<br />
read it. Lobby closed until further<br />
notice due to Covid-19 precautions.<br />
This took all of 12 seconds.<br />
Or long enough for an angry old<br />
lady to pull in next to me and mutter<br />
“learn how to f*cking park”<br />
because I was blocking the handicapped<br />
spots. The Christmas spirit<br />
is really flowing this year, guys.<br />
My guy at Donut Connection,<br />
whose name I wrote down but<br />
lost somewhere because I’m a real<br />
journalist, is always in a fantastic<br />
mood and always hooks me up<br />
with a few donuts when I order my<br />
decaf. I can’t eat them, of course,<br />
which is psychological torture, but<br />
he doesn’t know that and I don’t<br />
want to make him feel bad. Plus,<br />
I score points with the wife and<br />
kids for bringing them donuts and<br />
I can’t afford to lose that gravy<br />
train. (But, really, thank you, it’s<br />
appreciated.)<br />
My oldest son Owen is<br />
binge-watching Nurse Jackie, which<br />
I first opposed as I thought it to<br />
be another hospital drama in the<br />
vein of ER and Grey’s Anatomy and,<br />
while there’s a little of that, it’s so<br />
much more. And every episode is<br />
about 25 minutes so we can kill<br />
a season in an afternoon. (Also,<br />
Coop is low-key the best character<br />
on that show.) Owen is also<br />
bingeing New Girl, which makes<br />
me want to smash the TV with<br />
a hammer. There’s only so much<br />
“adorkable” a man can tolerate.<br />
If you told me in 1982 that<br />
R.J. MacReady from The Thing<br />
(Kurt Russell in one of the very few<br />
perfect movies ever made) would<br />
become this generation’s Kris<br />
Kringle (The Christmas Chronicles<br />
on Netflix) I would have told you<br />
that sounds... just about right for<br />
one of the most underrated actors<br />
America has ever produced. I’d list<br />
all his stone-cold classics here but<br />
I only have so much space. I mean,<br />
Tombstone. Dude was in Tombstone.<br />
Shut it down.<br />
I try to impart upon my youngest<br />
on Henry my vast knowledge of<br />
Silver Age Philly Sports (late 70s to<br />
early 90s), and he digs my stories<br />
and odd YouTube clips I unearth of<br />
Dr. J or Randall Cunningham. But<br />
this modern era, in which there<br />
is no loyalty, from neither team<br />
nor player, means he has to suffer<br />
through watching has favorite<br />
team (Oklahoma City Thunder)<br />
trade his favorite player (Russell<br />
Wesbrook) to a decent team<br />
(Houston Rockets) that just traded<br />
him to probably the worst team in<br />
the league (Washington Wizards).<br />
Go team.<br />
Lastly this week, I am committed<br />
to producing a new work<br />
of fiction in 2021. Whether for<br />
these pages in serialized form or<br />
as a novel, I do not know. But it’ll<br />
be… something. The question<br />
is; what? An adaptation of my<br />
stage play, Sherlock Holmes and the<br />
Werewolf of London in the style of<br />
Arthur Conan Doyle? My homage<br />
to Armistead Maupin’s Tales<br />
of the City called, creatively, Tales<br />
of the Cape, a nostalgia piece set<br />
in 1993? Or a novelization of my<br />
previously published short story,<br />
The Boat, a WWII-set spy thriller?<br />
A smart man picks one. I am not a<br />
smart man.<br />
So, uh, sorry this week wasn’t<br />
so upbeat. I promise next week<br />
will be much happier. Like, 10%<br />
happier.<br />
’Til next week, don’t get caught<br />
in The Undertow.