An Open Letter to the Dead Girl
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?
Television Producer who is producing what the networks want and selling his ass down the river to do it. Need creative outlet, and this is it.
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?
<p>A few days ago I saw a sign advertising a 49-cent breakfast biscuit special at a local fast food slop hole, a deal which for a lot of us is too good to pass up. At face value, it seemed like a pretty good deal. That is until you start adding up what it really was going to cost you. </p>