

When I first decided to launch this new blog, I had only one thing on my mind; document my experience in film school for the next two years. But why? To kill some time? No-that wouldn't be it because people can definitely quote me by saying, "I don't have time!" A common reply that I so frequently used during my early years in Hollywood. It's hard for me to get a grip on the fact that in June of this year, I'll be turning forty. What does this number mean by the way? Ten years to fifty? According to the band, 5 for Fighting, "You've only got one hundred years to live."
So, I guess this means that I'm middle aged. Maybe that's why I'm writing this blog, but certainly don't quote me yet because I may be wrong.
Do I have any regrets thus far? Not a one and that's a promise. I've always done everything I said I was going to do in my life and I'm still crossing them off my list. Married? No. Dating? Definitely not. Why you ask? I can answer that very simply and even in three words or less, but that would ruin the entire experience of this blog for you. The answer to those questions will come...but not today.

People have stated (or have been opinionated in the sense) that I have done things the hard way in my life and it was time for me to start thinking, "long term" regardless of the huge accomplishments I've achieved. I assume it's because my hard work hasn't stiffened up my bank account yet. Although, these people could never say this to my face. They would inform one of my closest friends. Mind you, these are people that used to scrounge through their ashtrays for coins to buy a pack of cigarettes. After spending their hard earned, "tips" which they had snorted up their nose the night before. And they have a college degree as well. But, I guess that's the importance of marrying somebody with a little money now, isn't it? Or, when you're in your mid thirties, (or approaching forty) you have to find that perfect partner who can either meet you half way or completely take over financially. Ya-that's it. To help you buy that dream home you've always wanted. You better choose wisely. Make sure they make enough money, catch 'em before it's too late. When all the while you're praying to God that the dust doesn't settle down too heavily in your life and you realize that you have absolutely nothing in common with that person you married. Especially, romantically. But you're financially secure. That's all that matters, right? Relax, boys and girls. If you marry somebody rich you're not stupid.


Where would I be without them? It's the friends (some old and some new) who have continued to support me throughout the years. Without a shadow of a doubt, there are a handful of people in my life (and these friends include family members) who would truly take a bullet for me if they had to. And I would do the same for them.

