1.07.2004

Mark A. is still in my living room editing the SF Indie Fest trailer on his laptop editing suite. I am his San Francisco office for tonight. Around nine-o-clock tonight we both realized that we were starving. I searched around for edible stuff in my car-hole apartment. It’s a particularly lean time of the month for me financially, but I was able to come up with the ingredients to make turkey pizza quesadillas. I hadn’t heard of it before either. Mark looked really encouraging and supportive as I served them to him. But after biting into it, he said, “This tastes like a kid made it.” It did.
(Last year's trailer.)