My latest visit to the hospital resulted in successful surgery on the back of my head. Ye privileged few to have caressed my dome may recall a small bump near the neckline which, for the longest time, I assumed to be nothing more than a mole. However, in the past month or so, it had basically grown to level of irritation and notable size that forced action. Cool as it would have been to dust off the old hatchet myself, I figured at least one plastic surgeon could be found in Hollywood.
Two days notice; that’s all it took. My first call set me up with an appointment, not for an examination, but straight into the cutting room to have it taken out. Plastic Surgery is like the Happy Meal of Beverly Hills, it’s unbelievable. However, because of sheer size of this attached fetal twin, I needed to see another surgeon later in the week, finally having it removed today (it was about the size of an M&M). Didn’t get to take home and frame it though, as growths of these nature are typically sent in for examination, likely to check metachlorian levels.
In other news, I have finally finished cutting (pun?) together my Film Editing Reel. For a quick tease of The Essentials, a look back at the someday cult classic Homecoming, plus an early peek at Neshima… be sure to check it out!