Thursday, May 15, 2008

Bobby The Mitch





I have another blog on which I post photos of the big guy, Robert Mitchum. http://bobbythemitch.blogspot.com. Just something to do. He was in BLOOD ON THE MOON, considered to be the first crime noir western. If I could type faster, I would suggest to my agent that I might rite a series of Bobby the Mitch mysteries; Mitch often chose the films he starred in for their locations to fishing spots. He drank and filming ended early. My take is that Mitch took the rolls in the areas where a murder had occurred, the fake drinking makes for him to work nights solving the crimes. Some guy did a series of Elvis mysteries--one was BLUE SUEDE CLUES--I think I have a much better take on things. But, see, I can't type fast. The body is falling apart, I cannot use the voice Activation because of tremors in my mouth. I am angry as all hell at myself tonight, folks. I haven't asked Jessica at the Walgreen's pharmacy out yet because I'm still in carnival freak mode. I hurt all the time, it never stops. I lie to people when I say I am fine. The bipolar meds are fine, the one day of the month I feel suicidal was Monday, so I'm cool. I just rode those waves. ..... My father is Robert Mitchum, he heard that from our doctor's wife decades ago, fellow cops told him, it was either Mitch or James Rockford. How the hell did he end up with a son who looks like fucking Frankenstein? I added a shot of me waiting for the bus at 147th Street, ha ha ha. I'll ask Jessica tomorrow, it needs to be done, better or worse. But I am totally pissed off at myself in a way that is difficult to put into words. Believe it or not, I'm quite happy with my life today. So what the hell am I burdening you guys for? Go check out Bobby The Mitch. He's the one with no problems at all...Wayne