brazil c. 2012. my memories of FiQ! are holing up in the hotel...

brazil c. 2012. my memories of FiQ! are holing up in the hotel and writing three scripts of DEFENDERS at the same time for reasons I don’t recall now. Needing to do it happened in the time it took us to take the flight down, I remember that much— the feeling of leaving with a clear conscience and landing three scripts in the hole. i remember staring out the window flung open wide as often as i could to stop myself from screaming. i remember heat like home, caramel, the sounds of heels on cobb...