Yesterday, @ryannorth, I vowed to dig up EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER WRITTEN and SHOVE IT into the cold light of day.
Today, crammed into a shoebox deep in a file drawer with a bunch of other stuff from 2006, I found this – the script for Friends Forever Till the Universe Explodes. Ryan, I don't know if you had forgotten completely about this, but I had.
Seeing it all wrinkled and worn brought a flood of memories back. Laughing in restaurants – my first visit to Toronto when we walked around downtown and tried to get onto the roof of that hospital or whatever it was – your first visit to Los Angeles when we got stuck trying to navigate the same intersection in Silverlake for like fifteen minutes – laughing, joking, getting to know one another...and then the realization, in the middle of a Whispered Apologies-related conversation as I recall, that we had the makings of a show.
Writing. Revising. Rehearsing. Being unable to decide whether to hold the show in Los Angeles or Toronto, then coming up with the brilliant idea (for a couple of 25-year-olds) that we should split the difference and hold it in Sutherland, Nebraska, exactly halfway between the two!
It was such a fiasco that we vowed never to speak of it again. Well, I'm sorry, Ryan. I'm sorry that I'm breaking that promise now. I'm sorry that I won't forget about the thing that brought us together. I'm sorry that I forgot before.
I'm sorry.














