May 10th I went to meet a model in a warehouse in downtown LA. I entered the elevator and started thinking about a scene that I wrote that takes place strictly in an elevator for “Eight Faces Shoved in Cake with Toothpicks”. Then suddenly the elevator stopped working like something in a movie. The chances of this happening are astronomical. According to statistics you are more likely to get struck by lightning. The Elevator was stuck on the same floor I was meeting her so she was right there on the other side of the door the whole time.
TEN-HEADED SKELETON 