When I was a boy I found a super 8 projector and a camera in my parents closet along with some dirty swedish erotica. Hey, as a boy you get inspired by that stuff. So I got it out and learned about super 8 REAL fast. The rest is history so to speak. I got my Masters in film blah blah blah from London Film School. I was from LA and slogged my way into movies from being a security guard , p.a. , then directing my first motion picture with a b list actor. I had dreams. I didn't so much want to be famous but I certainly wanted to make a living. I am good at what I do. Geeze what do I do.. I do whatever the challenge brings me, I did a lot of camera work, I made so many shorts before film school and after I cant even remember em all. I art directed, DPd, directed, wrote, made coffee, wrote-optioned and sold a few screenplays some made into movies. I paid my dues really I did. and here comes the but... BUT... things dried up. The work dwindled and dried up over the years. I went into video to pay bills by shooting legal depositions. A very client based and dependent business. When I moved the business became less an less. I have tons of expensive video gear from production to post and I have nothing to work on. I feel despondent, sad, disenfranchised at my chosen career and beaten. I could have been a doctor for what my education cost. I could have at least helped others.

Those that don't do, teach. Those that don't teach give up and die. Im dyeing here. I hear "you just gotta go out and do something but at the moment the inspiration fails me. Am I relegated to working at Jack in the box? Should I start practicing my "would you like fry's with that speech? i just don't know anymore.