Why do people cheat? Why do people lie? Why do they love? Why do they create and destroy? Why do they work and play and cry and hurt and steal and fuck and kill? Why do people do anything?
Because they need to.
Human nature.
(This post brought to you by a viewing of "The Daytrippers")
Work proceeds apace on my spec script for "Touching Evil". I have about 1/2 of a synopsis written... I sleep now so that I can hopefully dream up a good way to catch the bad guy.
BRAK IS BACK, CHECK IT JACK MY SHOW GOT CANCELLED BUT NOW I'M BACK 12:15 IS WHEN I'M SEEN OR IS IT ALL JUST A CRAZY DREAM? BABY BLUES, COMIN' TOO MISSION HILL MIGHT AS WELL WHAT THE HELL? I'M BACK BRAK IS BACK!