Let’s pick up where we left off…
“Tell me about that idea you had again.” I say to Nabil as we walk to the Motel.
“Well, it’s about an Arab-American guy who can’t get a job, and it’s about his struggle to make it.”
I was a little interested at this point, but still in a bad mood, owing to the fact that we were going to be stuck in Florida for the night. So, Nabil and I made it to the Motel. We checked into our tiny, smelly room with rock hard beds and fornication stained sheets. Glamorous to say the least. And that night we had the first creative meeting about the short “Arab in America.” I don’t know what exactly we spoke of, or what specific idea’s were thrown around that night… but one can surmise that a work of genius was being created in that stifling motel room.