Everybody at the party was the coolest, all while my cold persisted and my voice was total shit. I sounded like I’d been smoking 50 packs of Newports a day… It was nasty. All of it. I hated it. But, I mustered up what I could and toughed it out and gladly it made it all the difference. Either that or for not staying home and under the covers, I was extremely lucky my head didn’t explode. Ha!
But more imporantly, and again, I want to thank you, the reader, for being why Film Combat Syndicate even lasted as long as I have. Make no mistake though, my obligations away from the keypad do pull me away from time to time and I will never always be able to cover everything. However, for as long as I live, I will continue to do my very best. I am proud to have you guys there knowing and acknowledging my voice among many others with larger readerships than mine. To all the fans, superfans, stunt professional and actors, filmmakers and even close friends who support Film Combat Syndicate, you fine people never go unnoticed. I applaud you.