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Name: Brendon McCullin
Location: Michigan
Email: bmccullin(at)2walls.com
Bio: Brendon
McCullin is a screenwriter and freelance hack that recently
made the unorthodox move of relocating from Los Angeles
to Kalamazoo, Michigan. The bullet was bit and the bright
lights of the big city left behind so that his wife could
be closer to her ailing parents. Among the deciding factors
was his wife’s status as a former United States
Air Force officer with knowledge of a variety of ways
to kill a man. To borrow a line from the classic Bing
Crosby holiday movie White Christmas, “it’s
not good but it’s a reason.”
Born
into a classically screwed-up Irish Catholic family in
the credit card capital of the world, Wilmington, Delaware,
he has spent most of his life trying to overcome those
humble beginnings. Those efforts have mostly relied upon
heavy doses of antipsychotic medications and Anne Murray
albums. One attribute of his birthplace that he’s
been unable to overcome is his status as a Philadelphia
sports fan, something that has driven even those without
a family history of mental illness crazy…or at the
very least to throw batteries at opposing players.
During his many years spent living in Los Angeles, Brendon
worked for Warner Bros. Studios. There he enjoyed the
ability to stroll across the lot to the onsite Starbucks
for a quick grande mocha latte, while stopping occasionally
to ogle such hotties as Nikki Cox, Jennifer Aniston and
George Clooney. In Kalamazoo, he spends most of his time
caring for his 2-year-old son, Dean Martin, trying to
readjust to having seasons and weather that actually changes,
and pondering the cruelties of fate.
He also spends a good deal of time forcing his son to
attempt various activities like basketball, hockey, guitar,
piano, singing, improv comedy, tennis, golf and curling
in the hopes that he can some day live vicariously through
his offspring (while also horribly mismanaging the millions
of dollars earned by the lad).
His plans for the future are almost entirely reliant on
a long overdue lucky streak at a Las Vegas craps table,
without which he’s pretty much done for. May God
have mercy on his soul.
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