The only time I've ever been star struck on set was when I was working with Ruffalo on Now You See Me and after about 3 hours in the NOLA heat, my 12 year old self went " holy shit dude, you're two feet from The Hulk"
well this is goddamn great. to celebrate 1000 you gave us the delicious verb "sledgeham" and the classic vermouth niche. we do not deserve it. congratulations on a monumental achievement.
When it comes to breaking bad habits, big and small steps are all important. While it’s unfortunate that Frank took the pill he was trying to get rid of (and destroyed his toilet), he’s on the right path towards becoming clean.
Also: A pleasantly convex chunk of toilet bowl dropped to the ground with a surprisingly musical tone, and Frank slumped to the tile, back against the doorjamb
I’m hoping you get to hang out w Tom Waits some day. I’ll be sure to steer him to you if ever our paths cross again.
Bravo! Thank you x1000 for introducing "What in the hell was I going to sledgeham?" into my lexicon!
I was really hoping someone would love that line as much as I did. Thank you Jim 😎💥
Born epic. And not your first.
Killer story for number 1000. Thanks for letting us into Frank’s mind — fragile as it is.
Yeah, he's a mess. There's a music Easter egg too
Oh no I shall fail again at this..
The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak, but a sledgehammer never disappoints.
Great story, well done Jimmy, and thank you.
Less escape rooms, more rage rooms. Thanks for being part of this Paul.
Such a strange little man, this Anky. And eating the pill off the floor? Who wouldn't?
I love writing about strange little men
Rage is an entity. The Hulk wasn’t an aberrant character.
This story had all your diamonds, J. Alive, always.
The only time I've ever been star struck on set was when I was working with Ruffalo on Now You See Me and after about 3 hours in the NOLA heat, my 12 year old self went " holy shit dude, you're two feet from The Hulk"
What a great memory- I can imagine it perfectly
Wow buddy!
You know you don’t have to keep yer streak going forever but here’s to 2000.
Keep working that mind of imagination with the quill and parchment, your readers love ya🖋️
I will streak as long as I can streak. Thanks Johnny
I was wondering where this story was going.
Seems a bit harsh for a small pill, but perhaps the symbolism required a sledge.
Kudos for making it to 1,000!
A feat nonpareil.
Master Story-Teller Jimmy Doom!
Thanks for keeping me going J/S. Couldn't have done it without you and Patris and a select few
well this is goddamn great. to celebrate 1000 you gave us the delicious verb "sledgeham" and the classic vermouth niche. we do not deserve it. congratulations on a monumental achievement.
Thanks EJ. My only goal when I began writing today was to use Sledgeham. Then I had a teenage flashback and wanted to bring vermouth to the party.
I will sledgeham the like button for this one. Congrats on 1,000 in a row, Jimmy.
Thanks Jim! The highlight of my writing day is that so many people embraced Sledgeham.
Congrats on the Grand, Mr. Doom!
“Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent”
Thanks. Not one damn new subscriber from it. Zero. Sad.
Feeling Doomed? 🫀
Congrats on #1,000!
Thanks. I'm proud of the accomplishment.
A story that revolves around a sledgehammer! Cool! And I learned a new word from you - “sledgeham”!
And happy 1000!
Thanks. Substack couldn't care less. I'm not one of the cool kids
So totally stoked that people loved that word
Congratulations on 1,000. Impressive!
Thanks. Thought for sure that people on this platform would embrace it. They don't.
When it comes to breaking bad habits, big and small steps are all important. While it’s unfortunate that Frank took the pill he was trying to get rid of (and destroyed his toilet), he’s on the right path towards becoming clean.
Yeah, the intention is there for sure
Congrats! A thousands different paths and who knows how many characters! Thank you❤️
Thanks for hopping onto this crazy bus with me Carol
Yes, indeed, what do I need to Sledgehammer?
Also: A pleasantly convex chunk of toilet bowl dropped to the ground with a surprisingly musical tone, and Frank slumped to the tile, back against the doorjamb
I’m hoping you get to hang out w Tom Waits some day. I’ll be sure to steer him to you if ever our paths cross again.