My past three days have been somewhat eventful.
I took a red-eye to NYC on Monday night, to do a screening on Tuesday afternoon for Carrot Creative. They are the elite design/development firm that is helping head up our internet/SMO strategy, and so I screened the movie for the entire firm. Maybe 40 people there, all creative types, it went great.
During the meeting afterwards, I had the weirdest thought–it was the first time I can ever remember being in a real, legit business meeting where I was the oldest person there. Their CEO Mike Germano is only 27 and one of those dudes who has done so much stuff in his life you start counting the years to see where he fit it all in–among other things, he’s been a state representative in Connecticut and currently runs one of the best creative firms in the country, and he’s fucking 27. I didn’t even START writing until I was 27. Fuck overachievers.
Of course, he is Italian, so at least that provided hours of inappropriate and base ethnic humor for me to mine, e.g., “You’re Italian? That can’t be. You walk upright.”
That night we all went out and got completely shit-canned. The two highlights (for me):
1. The model who came out to meet me with a copy of her latest four page photo shoot and accompanying interview (it was in some artsy French magazine). She pointed to a passage, and blushing heavily, asked me to read it. It was her gushing about how much she liked my book.
2. Her friend was even funnier than her. She was a model too, but not just any model. Nope, she was the type of model who goes out to bars in the east village in tight pink hot pants. I am not exaggerating one ounce. You could almost see her cervix through the camel toe they were so tight. She ended up going home with my buddy who is an ESPN writer (not Bill Simmons). I won’t name him, he can tell the story himself in his column if he wants, but it was awesome because the week before he had a threesome set up with a porn star and some other girl, had them both IN HIS HOTEL ROOM, and blew it–didn’t fuck either one! His confidence was shattered, so of course I called him Leon Lett all week.
But this night I told him, “Dude, just relax. Let your desire go, live in the moment, have fun, and the sex will happen on it’s own. Chase it and it runs; let it come to you and you own it.” He played it perfectly. It’s awesome to see your students grow in front of your eyes.
The next day I opened my eyes at 7am and was immediately startled completely awake–my assistant Ian standing at the foot of my hotel room bed staring at me, “We have to catch a cab to LaGuardia.” The kid is weird.
I took a flight to Ft. Bragg, North Carolina to screen the movie for [UNIT REDACTED]. The whole thing came together in such an impromptu way–a month ago I got this random email:
“Tucker,
I had an epiphany on my ride home today. I bet you get this all the time nonetheless I thought I would try it. So, I went home, and did what I always do when decision time comes around. I had a few beers to clear the mind and thought ‘what the fuck’, I guess it’s worth a shot:
Would it be possible for soldiers from my [UNIT REDACTED] to enjoy a small screening of your upcoming IHTSBIH before [WE DEPLOY]? We’re gonna miss the domestic premiere. I know I would rather watch such a highly anticipated film in a theater… rather than from my computer, in a sandy FOB, through a bootleg I’d purchase from the [LOCATION REDACTED] bazaar in three to four months.
Background: Our [UNIT REDACTED], (stationed in Fort Bragg) has [A BUNCH OF GUYS] that are deploying to [LOCATION REDACTED]. I am speaking for a lot of people that I am not really authorized to speak for, but I am sure there is a significant interest in your book and upcoming film amongst the lower enlisted soldiers as they fall under the target audience. I can only really speak for myself here, but I assume that these soldiers would be absolutely enthralled to enjoy a screening of your film prior to deployment in a packed theater. Though we are preparing to deploy and we are busy, I’d love to give the soldiers an opportunity to kick back and enjoy the film. I wouldn’t mind working some logistics to make it happen. Who wouldn’t want this epic film to screen at their theater?
My Story (blah blah blah who cares):
I was in the Infantry Officer’s Basic Course in Georgia, prior to Ranger School, waiting to complete our final culminating mission when I was introduced to your genre of comedy. We were in a hanger at the airfield and I was bored out of my fucking mind. My friend from UT told me, “Hey dude, while we wait for this Blackhawk ride, why don’t you check out this book?” Well, one and a half days later after reading this thing in the prone, on mission, while shooting aimlessly at the fake enemy, I finished I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. I hadn’t read a book so quickly since Goosebumps #28, the Cuckoo Clock of Doom, in 4th Grade. There was just something special about it that caused me to burn through it. As a 22 year old, the post grad time frame truly appealed to me and I related to every story. I was truly captivated by the book and filled with mischievous energy for some reason I couldn’t put my finger on.
All stories aside, the book really gave me something in life. I had always been outgoing [INFORMATION REDACTED]. I saw your youtube video speech at OSU, which really tapped on about 25 percent of what I got from your book. I related to that. Following your true dreams is something difficult to do when groomed into a traditionally successful and respected profession. The other 75% that I got from your book is how to transfer a drab situation where traditionally fun activity is not likely into experiences that last a lifetime. In your case, this involved the University of Chicago or Duke Law School. In my case, Fort Bragg and Fort Benning served as barriers to wild social undertakings. Your book taught me that you could take a situation where individuals are supposed to be studious, reserved, respectful and cautioned against rambunctious activity and then tell that generally boring way of life to fuck off because you live only once.
Bottom Line: As Dewey Cox as this sounds, the book inspired me to live hard. Real hard. It inspired me to live as if there was no tomorrow and the dividends have paid off immensely.
This was just a shot in the dark before I deploy to see if I could see if I could yet again expand the narrow corridor of life, treat the soldiers to a fantastic night and add have more tremendous story to talk about in [LOCATION REDACTED] on a bitter cold night. I think I am in a position to pull some legwork behind this. I really think that if any of the dates work out, even weekdays, we could make this happen. If not, best of luck with the movie I can’t wait to see it whenever that is. I am sure success will find you.”
How the fuck could I say no to that?
I gave him my requirements, the type of projection system, the playback system, the size of the crowd, etc, and then I told him if he did all the legwork, made it essentially a plug and play event for me, I would fly out on my own dime and do it. Well, three days later he had it all set up. True to my word, I booked my ticket and last night we did the screening.
It went great. This was actually the first time we have screened the full cut for a big non-industry audience since the distributor screening, and it fucking rocked. Start to finish the crowd was totally into it, laughing at all the right places, standing ovation afterwards, it was just fucking awesome.
Then, after the screening, they surprised the shit out of me by giving me a gift. And not just any gift, look at this:

It is a silver flask with my name engraved on the front, and on the back is, “Thank you from the deploying paratroopers of [UNIT REDACTED]. [INFORMATION REDACTED]”
It’s weird; we worked so hard and so long on the movie, I think sometimes I almost forget why we’re doing it–not for the money or the fame or anything like that, but because there is nothing like seeing a crowd of people sit there for 99 minutes laughing their ass off at what you created, and walk away happy and thrilled and quoting the movie to themselves and their friends. To bring that sort of enjoyment to someones life is like no other feeling on earth. That is thanks enough, but then to get such a meaningful gift I mean, I mean, I don’t even know what to say. I guess I can start with, “Thanks.”
Though, the best part of the trip: I spent most of my time hanging out with [SGT J], one of the senior NCO’s in the unit. He was supposed to be my escort while I was in Bragg, but it was leave for him not duty time, so he spent the whole time getting shitfaced, which meant I had to drive HIM around! Kudos to him for being vigilant against getting a DUI, but motherfucker! I’m staying sober and driving you around drunk? WTF??
Let me just say this: I would drink with those guys anywhere, anytime, [LT S, SGT J], and all the other guys who helped with the set-up and got smashed with us at Huske Hardware afterwards. Military guys are always great to hang out with; they are so appreciative of everything, they are respectful and they are fun as fuck. But this crew was even better than normal. A great night all around, the type of night that reminds me why I love my job so much.
Plus, they send the funniest emails. I got this as I was typing this post:
“i am a private in [UNIT REDACTED] and i just wanted to thank you for showing your movie to us, now i dont care if i die in [LOCATION REDACTED] because i have seen your movie, once again thank you and your movie kicked fuckin ass.”
EDIT 1: I took video of last night, but like a moron I left my camera at [SGT J's] house. He’s going to mail it to me, so I have no idea when I’ll get it up.
EDIT 2: I guess I should address this because I know I will get questions about it: This was not necessarily a one time thing. If you are in a unit that is deploying prior to September 25th and you can completely organize the screening and guarantee a big crowd, I will try to find time to fly out to your base myself and screen the movie for you. And I will consider doing other screenings for military prior to the movie release even if the unit isn’t deploying, given my ridiculous time constraints, just email me and we’ll see what we can do.
EDIT 3: I had to redact some unit names and what not because of OPSEC reasons regarding deployment, etc. You know how the military is about that stuff, but it’s fine, it doesn’t change the meaning of anything.
EDIT 4: Ahh, isn’t Deadspin cute? They try so hard to be cool.
But here’s the funniest part, at least to me: They think they are intrepid reporters and have figured this out, and that it was Matthew Berry who was hanging out with me on Tuesday night. They even quoted one of Matt’s tweets as proof. Way to get evidence guys! Fuck those people who make fun of you, you’re just as good as the real press!
I do know Matthew Berry. We have hung out several times before, and he’s has even seen my movie, BUT…it wasn’t Matthew Berry I was out with on Tuesday night in NYC.
Here’s the problem: That tweet was from June 10th. I was in LA on June 10th, hanging out with Matt. But Tuesday night was June 16th. I was in NYC and he wasn’t there. I do have so funny stories about hanging out with Matthew Berry, but none involving models in pink hot pants. You see, Matthew Berry is not the only person who works at ESPN that I know.
In reality, it was John Clayton. That dude can rage.
Shocking I know that a Gawker media property got their facts wrong, and I don’t really think it matters either way, but I just didn’t want my buddy to not get his credit for tagging a hot model and have Matthew Berry steal his limelight.
EDIT 5: No, it wasn’t John Clayton, and no I won’t say who it was, it’s up to him to say or not. But if it was John Clayton, that would have been the height of awesome.
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