screenwriting on a friggin typewriter

I'm at that Italian restaurant at the Americana. I was at the Tavern on Brand, but I got to taking to one of the customers, Ryan, dressed in a Halloween costume, one of the Ninja turtles cartoon characters, and I spilled my guts out about the spectacle I witnessed past Sunday. It's a doozy.

Anyway, I left there to buy a movieticket, but the movie doesn't start until 8:20. So here I am.

I was in Altadena buying firewood. On the way home, I thought I would GPS a location for petco. I found one on Los Robles.

I saw they had green iguanas for $30, do I took one home. (I know a bargain when I see one. In fact the petco clerk in charge of reptiles seemed reluctant to LSAT me have it when the check out clerk announced on the PA "ASSISTANCE IN IGUANA DEPT"

When Maria finally attended to my need, with a but of coaxing, she was negative about the idea of owning an iguana. They are difficult to care for, the grasp with large claws etc. I got the iguana home, placed her I'm the 35 gallon tank, and went to the movies to kind of give her time to get use to her new environment (a larger tank than what petcock had her in). When I got home she was gone! How the fuck did she get out!!!