A funny thing happened on my way to the bookstore.

I was heading there to write this column and lace a couple scripts that I’m working on simultaneously, and to be honest, the torrential downpour that came down on the drive there didn’t bother me much, because sometimes my house is too busy to write things in, and this was an important day. Refusing to believe that my near disaster of a plane trip to San Diego, the scripts that need a special touch, and the hater trying to beat down my door, are the world attempting to clue me in to something, I press on. But after today’s latest mishap, my mother has adopted the perspective that I’ve been cursed for the last few weeks.

Take a look at these pictures and see if you can disagree with her.




I’ve got water in my speakers, scripts that I want finished this week, and irrefutable evidence that haters are STILL hating…

Welcome to Ambidextrous Year Three.

So bizarre it HAS to be true.

Peace

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