Don't fuck up you fuckin' fuck

Dear FutureMe, in June of '05 all you could think about was "I'm fucked". "My kid is missing quite a few IQ points, I'm living outta my car (which cannot go backwards), the best advice I get for the movie biz is to be someone's bitch as an assistant ('but look at all the successful people who were assistants' [or drivers or___] ), I haven't been laid in a decade and it's the second most thing I think about, and thinking God is going to come outta heaven or wherever He resides to give me a hand is unthinkable (and thinking that way makes me think that He won't give me a hand all the more just for thinking that way; IE a classic catch-22), and my focus is nil toward getting anything done regarding the reality TV show--'Til Death Do Us Part' or securing film-related material." So how did you do? If you're living with your mom in OR you may as well pimp youself out to some midget porn site cuz it ain't goin' on. Or, did you focus on God's graces and make some head-way in entertainment? Maybe even got married (Kelly, are you still out there?)! Mike PS: Don't go to Mexico without lots and lots of bottled water. AND, don't drink ice tea down there--what do you think the tea is made from?