…and they keep telling me to “Knock it off”.

If you need a rapture indicator, I’m going full throttle, that means, this shit is in the fourth quarter and the two minute warning hitting.

Current soundtrack is Hurry Up Tomorrow by The Weeknd. Things ain’t looking too good outside, but we started the Qwan-a-Thon last Friday. It went as expected, we sold some dinners and made a little money, but now we go for Round 2 of the Qwan-A-Thon.

It’s a big announcement in there and what my professor calls a “Realization”. I can just make a movie. I think I’ve been sitting around and waiting for permission to do it, but whatever. My next feature documentary is The Draft Process and I’m trying to get my first movie made, *drumroll*

Please tell your cousin who know somebody at NBC Universal, or your sister who braid Ryan Coogler hair, I got a banger. Look man, nobody is going to give me a fucking job. I talk back, I call shit stupid, I regularly question why things are done the way they are done. I’m difficult, because whatever job I got at the time, I need it to work out, and it never does, so I just have to do it.

The Plan, calls for me to make my next feature documentary. It’s become my process, but I found a story within a story, so I want The Draft Process to lead into Undrafted.