"A Return To Earth, Revelations, Head" by Sam France

I just read the stoned theoretical social essay I wrote this morning below. I realize now that no real substance concerning any sort of HAOJ production is really even mentioned, though it's quite possibly the worst/best work of literature since the reading comprehension sections of the 2004 STAR test ("Boar Out There,"Chinese Dollmaking," "Dog Day Care," etc.) And I'm still sitting in school with a shitload of work to do that's breathing and grinning at me and giving my brain an indian burn/noogie. Plus, Carrie the ex-crackhead is sleeping on some sick red Japanese mattress she found in here, Christopher on solitaire and Katie just bopping around being a person and I can't take it, I gotta get my eyes off that and breathe, breathe. keep yer eye on the ball. ignore this terrible drug. (?) So I'll dig deep into the brainz-steeeem and recall the shoots 'cause that's what you want you little mountain climbing american teenage pesticides. r.i.p. every fly who cried. I am the gravedigger.

The first shoot was the infamous Peter Apple-as-drug-dealer scene. This was pre-rehab fer me, (thinkin' I'd be shipped off fer years) and so I humbly took a cameo and improvised some genius shit in my kitchen-transformed into a frightening meth lab -- Johnny Lash and (Bendis, tagging along,) looking to buy some weed and witnessing a strung-out Peter shooting up, cooking shit, screaming in and out of demented panic, ravaging around and eventually leaving the boys with a huge bag of free kush in a schizophrenic stupor. The footage allegedly "looked like shit," and Peter needed a bigger role anyways, so that's in the trash bin. oh, well! (hahaha oh jeezus lord almighty hahah.) Hooray for C-Dave with a bunch of machines, monitors, lights and Gooty showing up looking confused and tons of wires and electric money. Oh, well. I do this for the Love. Dude, I'm barely in the fucking movie. What the fuck am I doing.

Next shoot was Mike and Rado in a car. I wasn't there but I smoked the leftover cigarettes.

Next shoot was Maggie's room at the Callas abode. I gave Rado a bunch of shit for stuttering through his lines and looked like an asshole. I left and talked to Katie Felber about panoon and other philosophical mind-candy. Already been over the rainy smokers' lounge. Sarah Finlayson is sexy. We took Mike's door off to roll a dolly. Mike was antsy and pissy. Sam is a great actress. I'm a great actor. All in all, my life sucks.

r.i.p. Sam France already