When you gotta go, you gotta go. Maybe you’re stuck in traffic, or waiting in line for hologram Harambe concert tickets, or stranded on post in some country that’s always too hot or too cold, like porridge that’s plotting to kill you. Or you’re just fucking lazy.
The phrase blue falcon is traditionally used in the military as a stand-in for “buddy fucker” — like, say, the underage private who gets a DUI on the way back from the strip club, then dimes out his comrades for buying him beers. There’s (at least) one in every unit, and he will always find you, and screw you over. Living with blue falcons is a well-worn part of military life.
Nearly two years ago, on a Friday evening in September 2013, I trudged home from work, clambered up the four floors to my apartment, and cantankerously flipped open my laptop. By the following Monday, I had three empty bottles of scotch and the first draft of a comedy pilot with the ever so pun-tastic title of "Vetted." It was a frustration-fueled introduction to the funny, weird, aggravating, and occasionally shocking side of being a veteran. After a lot of further frustration, hard work, and help, the finished, filmed pilot premiered this past March at the Tribeca Cinemas in New York to a full house. Since then, I’ve been working on getting my show to the next step any way I can, from pitching it to networks to trying to get a second episode funded through Kickstarter.