So there I was sitting at my computer working on a psycho story for John Skipp and putting together an email to a producer who'd asked me to send him a script, when out of the effing blue comes a black masked killer with a machete!
As it turned out, the black-masked killer was none other than my wife, Yvonne Navarro. She was cleaning out a closet and just happened on these two pieces of extraneous stuff (junk). She did what 99% of all women in the world would do when provided these two things-- she put them on, channeled Freddie Kruger and scared the shit out of me. Oh wait-- 99% of the women in the world wouldn't have done that. Or would they? I just love my wife.
As it so happens, this was a special machete, by the way. You can barely read the letter O and J, but would you believe that this was a special limited edition O.J. Simpson Memorial Machete we bought in Mexico back in 2000. On the back was an etching of the slow car chase. Just awesome.