May The Bridges I Burn Light The Way: The Time I Accosted Billy Zane On A Miami Street Corner
"Billy Zane!" This is me last April on the streets of Miami, yelling Billy Zane's name to Billy Zane. I have no doubt – at least for a brief moment, or longer, or forever – Billy Zane thought I was a crazy person. Okay, let me back up...
This is the third installment of "May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way Thursday," which, by design, is both for paying members only and, due to the nature of these posts, kind of has to be for paying members only. Again, if you are a paying member, thank you. Seriously. You are a big reason I've posted as much as I have so far over the first four weeks of this newsletter. I put off creating a newsletter for so long because I truly didn't think anyone wanted this, so the response has been both surprising and encouraging. And in exchange for you being a paying member, I will now write about me doing something very stupid involving Billy Zane.
