Lizardo, the Bog Man

by Harry Buschman

You may have heard of me, but then again, it’s just as likely you haven’t. My name is Woody Hatton and I was a non-union Hollywood screen writer for almost four months. I went out to Hollywood to write a screen play for Meyer Flick. It was the first one I ever wrote … one was enough.

I’m in a United jet on my way home to New York.

The way it began was Meyer Flick found me on the Off Broadway circuit. I had a one act play running in the Village and three full length plays sitting on my kitchen table waiting patiently for their first performance. I also parked cars in the garage next to the theater where my play was running and that’s where I met Meyer – in the garage I mean, not the theater. I was working there when he walked in with his chauffeur and Gina Marina the Italian movie star.

“They tell me in the theater next door that the author works in here, name’s Woody somethin’. You know him?”

“Yeah, I’m Woody. Woody Hatton. Mind puttin’ your cigar out M