The meeting at Union Square went pretty well though I hadn’t washed my face and still had all that make up on. Cyrus’s partner Will asked me what was on my face and I said it was make up from the night before and explained I’d had to leave in a hurry because shit had gotten crazy. We all stood six feet apart and wore masks and they explained this idea that they had for my story where they wanted to do a graphic novel and a web comic and develop a tv show out of it and that they had backing from Angelfire Studios whom I hadn’t heard of but pretended to be familiar with. The contract they offered seemed very straightforward and I didn’t feel the need to try to negotiate for points on the back end or anything like that but I did have a question about the “cancel clause” which they explained was necessary because of the nature of the arts and entertainment and American and International and Online pop culture and all that, they wanted an option to break contract in the event of any kind of scandal or public relations clusterfuckery that might result in my work or personality-brand becoming toxic and unmarketable. In the language of the contract it was clear that this was in reference to things in the future but eventually these two guys and their backers would use it to break contract with me based on some shit that had happened in the past (and not because the things resurfaced or anything) and would steal my work so that I’d have to call Tony Beefaroni and such. And of course if I’d shown the contract to Wyatt like he’d told me to he probably would’ve told me not to sign and would’ve helped me renegotiate the terms. But I just signed it and so like I’m still trying to get that money now as I scrape by living in a tent out in the Sonoran desert and writing on the concrete on the side of the gas station convenience store some eight months later.