I HAVE HOPE...

In case anyone still visits this blog, click here and then come back.

We're the same guy if you didn't figure that out already.

Must say I had fun with this Enzio character I concocted. Why not bring a little laughter into the lives of all you suffering artists out there? Especially me!

The last post on the Screenplay Demons blog is a freaking downer. Don't even know why I'm leaving it there. I wrote it in the middle of one of my little periods of despair. Some of you may have had similar episodes -- seems to be an occupational hazard in the creative arts.

My life, as I know it, is over. Not going to get into details. I'll just say it's all my fault.

It's bad enough that not even a miracle would save my marriage of 19 years, 20 this Dec. It's been a long, hard journey for my wife. She needs a break and I have to give it to her.

The challenges my family will have to face in the next few days, weeks and months will be overwhelming.

I'll pray to the Gods for some kind of deus ex machina to save them from all the turmoil and pain that I have caused.

As for myself, I've got it coming.

Vince

PS: I will try to post an update the next time I have access to a wired computer. Who knows when that will be. But if you're interested, keep checking back during the next few weeks. Like the photo at the top (screw it if it's corny), I still have hope that I can rehabilitate myself and lead a normal and productive life. My spouse is a tough cookie and my kids (late teens and early 20s) were raised with A LOT OF LOVE. We have a big, supportive family and we're of Italian origin -- that last part might mean something to some of you. They're going to be ok. Me too...I think.

PS #2: Oh yeah, and for you Prison Break fans out there, the reference to "hope" I keep making has been in my mind for many months (years to be honest). Specifically a scene in (I don't remember which season) where Sucre has just made supper for a old Mexican guy who's wife died the week before. The old guy said something like this, "Hope is only for those who are not living in grace."

I hope to find that grace and fast. Thanks for your thoughts and all the fun stuff.

Men in Diapers...

Yes, well. It's been a while. I know. Oh, how I know...

Boring Sunday. So I took my Kodak out for the annual men-in-diaper fest downtown.

Not sure how this would do on the "this is interesting and somewhat funny" scale, but I thought I'd share some of my favorites with you all. (Are you still out there, may I ask?)

Think about it. An entire town devotes one day out of the year to celebrate adult incontinence, specifically males afflicted with the malady. Isn't it just grand?

Oopsy. This last one was actually an Abu Ghraib photo from the notorious collection. For the life of me, I don't know how that slipped in.

Come back soon... Maybe... If you dare... When I'm totally bored out of my skull and have something to share. Which is not very often, I know. But isn't that what makes life so unpredictable and fun?

Next up... Barely legal nymphs in schoolgirl outfits.

My Favorite Albums...

No blog of this kind would be complete without the obligatory post of memorable album covers. Here are the best from my extensive collection.

Come take a walk with me down memory lane. Perhaps some of these will spark wonderful recollections about a time in your life when things were simpler, sweeter and, yes, happier.

Look there, on the left...isn't that the spot where you had your first kiss with Cindy behind the ice cream stand at the fair?

Let's take this flower lined path now...Oh, could it be? Yes! Your dad's 1979 Caprice Classic. The one you drove Mary-Lou to the prom with. What a car! What a prom! What a blow job!

And there's that song again...La...La...Dee...La... Oh that bittersweet melody... That pang in your heart... Ahhhh. Every time it plays, that same feeling comes over you again, doesn't it? Wasn't it wonderful?... The day your best buddy's mom, Mrs. Silvester, made you that cool, refreshing lemonade after you mowed her lawn. You, sweaty and hot from the sweltering heat of an August afternoon. Taut muscles throbbing with tension...bursting with youthful vigor...craving the soothing touch of a female hand... What a hand job!

Ok, now that I've got myself all worked up, let's move on to the album covers.

I don't often open my private collection to strangers. This stuff is personal. Very personal.

Enjoy if you must...

Now here's the deal: You guys show your appreciation by leaving a few comments and I'll post more of these gems. You ignore me, and you can fugeddaboutit.