It’s an urban legend, I’m sure.
1982.
Beach bum panhandler.
Finds an old typewriter in the trash.
Trades in the beer cans he picks out of the trash to get cash, gets a cheap ream of paper.
Writes the book of the year and Disney options the rights.
Suddenly, he’s a Hollywood celebrity of the week.
It’s the kind of thing you want to believe happens.
Kind of thing that could happen to you.
Something to think about as you’re writing in that notebook
From the dollar store with the three for a buck pens.
Leave all this behind.
1982.
Beach bum panhandler.
Finds an old typewriter in the trash.
Trades in the beer cans he picks out of the trash to get cash, gets a cheap ream of paper.
Writes the book of the year and Disney options the rights.
Suddenly, he’s a Hollywood celebrity of the week.
It’s the kind of thing you want to believe happens.
Kind of thing that could happen to you.
Something to think about as you’re writing in that notebook
From the dollar store with the three for a buck pens.
Leave all this behind.
