GREG ELLERY IS a legend. Not only is he starring in the upcoming "Guitar Drop" video we filmed at Second String Music last Saturday, he's also making a bid to play himself in a movie about the making of the movie "The Room." In case you don't know about "The Room," it's quite possibly the worst movie ever made and Greg appeared in quite a few scenes, mostly breaking up fights.
Anyway, Greg gave up the L.A. lights many years ago and now hangs out with my sister-in-law, Stephanie. They live about six blocks from us in Calftown, The Hood as we like to call it. Early this morning, Steph was awakened by the sound of a car trying to start. She and Greg went outside to find a drunk guy trying to steal Greg's car.
The car is an old battered Ford Escort nicknamed "Hooptie." As in, Hooptie Doo. I think. Anyway, Greg dragged Drunk Guy out of the car, Steph's son Brant called the police, and the fun ensued.
Drunk Guy walked away at first, but kept coming back to Greg to ask for a cigarette. When po po arrived, Drunk Guy took off, but he didn't get far. Presumably he is sleeping it off as we speak at Fifth and Vermont in the luxury suite known at the Adams County Jail.
I'm thinking of going to his initial court appearance. Then I would say out loud, in open court, "Hey Drunk Guy. Don't you know Greg would have paid you to take the car?"
The moral of the story, of course, is that smoking can ruin your health.
Only in The Hood can a guy who was in The Room catch a drunk guy try to steal his Hooptie.
You. Can't. Make. It. Up.
And I wouldn't live anywhere else.