RE: Leading (Way) Off

Eric, I wish my pants sagged. Anywhoo, [looking into mirror, channeling her inner Brock Landers] I’ve been around the Uptown block twice, maybe three times, now. Looking for something good to eat. A clue to something good. I’ve been looking for clues and last night not only did I see people walking in Dallas, I saw people walking to a restaurant to eat on a cold, drizzly, December night. I saw people walking with dogs to a restaurant to eat on a cold, drizzly, December night. Not only that, I saw people drive into a parking lot and park the car. Themselves. No guilty feelings about unemployed valet parking attendant in their hearts. They just parked and walked into the restaurant. Oh, that’s good. So, Eric, you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of copy coming at you. Today. I am a big, bright, shining star. [Fade to cursor blinking on a blank word document.]