I spent day after day writing the French Sisters movie in the French Market Café, in that corner inside under the window, refilling my coffee all afternoon, till the busboys started flipping the chairs up. After the French Sisters money dried up, I started living off quarterly checks from Rob and kept going to the French Market, now writing Potsticker.
We were born with our eyes wide open…I saw the proof for Rob’s new book yesterday, and about the author says that he “cowrote Just a Shot Away, in pre-production with a France-based company.” It’s a brilliant jab at Michelle and Carole.
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