from the desk of don quijote
A note to friends who are actively avoiding my calls for help.
As many of my friends and readers are well aware, I've been working for some weeks now on what is sure to be my biggest art stunt of all time--the Orlando Project. The Orlando Project will take the practice of billboard alteration to a new level, since I will not just be changing an existing sign, but actually installing an entirely new billboard on an abadoned, (but full scale) structure on I-4.
The gimmick of the sign is that I will be introducing myself as the star of a new "reality series" this fall on NBC. The hope is that I can actually catch the eye of some of the lofty titans of the mass media, and entertainment industry, and make the sign a self-fullfilling profecy. Grand, even delusional ambitions, I know.
But even if its misses its goal, the effort will be...well, legendary. And success will be, unimaginably glorious.
Unfortunately, the very friends who were most supportive and enthusiastic about the stunt, and repeatedly offered themselves to help, have mysteriously disappeared now that the day of execution is nearly upon us.
I can imagine their thoughts and faces as my number appears on their caller ID.
"Oh shit, Mark's really gonna follow through on that nutty project of his. I told him I'd help. Now what the fuck I'm I gonna do? He'll probably get us all arrested."
So my calls for assistance fall into the abyss of never to be answered voicemails.
But I beseech thee, oh my nervous brothers, don't back out now. Your modern day Don Quijote has some windmills to slay. And victory cannot be had without a couple of Sancho Panzas. So bring your donkeys, and your javelins, and your pot, and your drinking money. And for God sakes, answer your cell phone. LET'S GO TO O-TOWN AND GET FAMOUS!!!!
7:54:47 PM 
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