Wednesday, 14 July 2010
The man who brought you Pulp Fiction (not him, the other one) has been released from Ventura County Prison, where he was serving a 12-month sentence for his involvement in a fatal car accident in 2008.
According to the Ventura County Sheriff's Department website, Oscar-winning screenwriter Roger Avary was released on July 10, having spent 8 months at the facility.
Mr Avary was initially given a sentence of 12 months in September last year following pleading guilty to "gross vehicular manslaughter" and drunk driving. He caused a bit of media buzz a few weeks into his sentence when it was revealed he may have been sending Twitter posts from jail. Turns out he wasn't actually in jail at the time of his twittering, but on a furlough program, which allowed him to do his regular job during the day and return to a special furlough facility at night & on weekends. The 'tweeting' landed him in Ventura County Jail, where it appears he'd been since November.
A website search provided no confirmation whether Mr Avary had been released or merely returned to the work furlough program, so I contacted the Ventura County Sheriff's Office. The Sheriff's media relations officer confirmed that Mr Avary has been released from the facility, "sentence served".
So there's a tiny little scoop from across the way. I'm a little surprised that no outlet has given the story an inch. Here's hoping the family and friends of Andreas Zini, the man who died in the accident, have been able to regain some semblance of life. And a thought for Mr Avary as well, for I daresay he'll be justifiably haunted by the tragedy for the rest of his.
Last weekend, in a rare and wincing moment, I looked at myself in the mirror. A nightly, religious intake of ice cream combined with a middle-aged slowing of the metabolism has gifted me a nice little question mark of a belly. The rest of me seems to be holding up okay, which you might think is a good thing. Nope. It really makes the belly stick out. I know it's been there a while, but because I don't look very often, the sight of my reflection was a less than pleasant, if mild, shock.