"Pot is the only reason to get married, man." George sat on the cheap folding table by the door, uncomfortable in his black tie and gray slacks. He was the type of guy who only dressed up to avoid jail time. Even his mother’s funeral couldn’t get him out of a ratty Iron Maiden tee shirt. “If anyone tells you different, they’re fuckin’ lyin’.”
"So you’re saying marriage will somehow come with a supply of marijuana?” I mused on the subject for a moment, turning away from the mirror. “Where do I sign up for that?”
Collapse won Best Overall Story and Best Plot in the 1998 Gabriel Knight Halloween contest. I received a copy of the Gabriel Knight Collector's Edition signed by Jane Jensen.
I've included the entire story here.
There's a lot of money in the entertainment world. Movies, in particular, can be powerhouses, generating hundreds of jobs and costing several million dollars with blockbusters pushing 100 to 200 million to make. These hit the theater and require a set number of people to see them in order to make the investment worthwhile. When they don't, the criticisms get pretty intense up to and including ruining a director or actor's career in the process.
The same holds true with music. The business side requires a lot of an artist. They have to be aesthetically pleasing to look at and if they don't have a gimmick, then forget about it. Do they stand up there and play a guitar with a scruffy beard and a flannel shirt? Not enough anymore, get your ass to the coffee shop. Without an extreme quirkiness or something to make an artist stand out, they're not marketable.
Author of several books, composer of several CDs. Please check out the rest of the site for some of my work.