Aaron Williams
Slaying phone sales dragons by day and racking up future best screenplay Oscars by night, Aaron Williams is your worst nightmare. He's your best friend. He is the fox in your henhouse, the face in your locket and the psychotic nanny that's rocking your baby's cradle. He's a crumpled sheet of perfumed contradiction that you just can't put down.
But foremost, he is the brave guide ferrying you across the putrid river of offal that flows unabashedly from Hollywood's scared and diseased excretory system.
Tell me my friend, when you are knee deep in blood and guts, staring down the icy barrel of the next steaming pile of Jerry Bruckheimer guano, who do you want blazing your trail? Patch Adams or Colonel Nathan Jessup? Exactly. Can you, indeed, handle the truth?
But foremost, he is the brave guide ferrying you across the putrid river of offal that flows unabashedly from Hollywood's scared and diseased excretory system.
Tell me my friend, when you are knee deep in blood and guts, staring down the icy barrel of the next steaming pile of Jerry Bruckheimer guano, who do you want blazing your trail? Patch Adams or Colonel Nathan Jessup? Exactly. Can you, indeed, handle the truth?
