My daughter is president of the high school student body, and Friday is the day before Prom, so she gets the time-honored role of playing the kid who gets dragged out of the smashed car and zipped into a body bag in front of the whole school, in a little playlet designed to show the perils of underaged drinking. She asked if I wanted to come and watch this program. I was like, eff no, are there any other of my nightmares you'd like to recreate?
Zero Minute Film School. Cool.
This kind of stuff really fascinates me.
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