Great. More salt in the wound.
11 years ago I proposed to my then Manager an idea to go to Hasbro and propose mining their vast catalog of games for movie ideas. I worked up an entire business proposal — which is qite hard for a writer whose entire business acumen consists of upselling from well liquor to topshelf.
These were the games I grew up with. The titles alone would put asses in seats. Fuck the movie. I was willing to sell out. Anyone remember CLUE? No. But it made money.
Horrible idea. He said. Who would want to do that? He said. Crazy! He said.
You’re fired. I said. [about 2 years later over a pending deal at DreamWorks but that’s another story.]
Fucker. Glad I dumped him.
Then again. I do need a manager…