Quantity or Quality?
Occasionally, I find myself sucked into a conversation that needs to be immortalized in a movie. A couple of Saturdays ago, I found myself drawn into one of these conversations, but since I'm not about to stay up nights slaving away on a screenplay, I'll just have to preserve the experience in a D column. My roommate Kelly and I were returning to our dorm, unaware of the crowd of guys gathered on the Morton couches.
