If cronyism isn’t broke in Washington, why fix it? That system works just fine.
Being a parent is like being a politician. Your children are the disenfranchised constituents.
Spending so much time at USC’s campus has me thinking. Now I’ve been to a few fantastic acting schools. In New York City, I was accepted at age 20, at The National Shakespeare Conservatory. By 22, I was studying method acting at Lee Strasberg. While acting, going back to high school, I was an amateur filmmaker. Yet when I got to LA in 1999, I suddenly became an executive producer. In 2005, I actually co-directed a decent professional short film. But I totally attribute all the awesome things about it, to having an amazing cast and crew, which made it so much easier for me. But, these last few months, from going to USC, I wish I had studied film at USC, and studied acting on the side, just for the sake of knowledge and digging deeper in the business. If I could figure a way to afford classes there, I would. In a heartbeat. I’m not getting any younger, and the last few years, I’ve really been wondering where the time went, and time I’ve wasted the last twenty years or so in the big scope of things. But I’m glad to be back. Glad for a second chance. Glad to try to correct things as far as what I want, where I need to be, what I need, where I want to be, and where I’m going. And I’m happy. Because anything outside of those things, doesn’t mean anything to me. Two more weeks till my 48th fucking birthday. I got shit to do! But it’s all good. But at least I was wise enough to seek out what made me so very happy, to be back in LA. And I feel great at the prospects of 2015 and age 48! And if not, fuck it. Here’s to 2016 and 49. I’m alive and I’m going to act like it.
May Peace, Love, and Happiness find you!
The Phoenix (Rising)
When having a problem and needing a so called “miracle”, I find it best to take a nap and just wait for the shit to hit the fan, then let it pass before getting back out of bed.
I can’t respect everyone’s opinion. Some people are just f’n dumb asses.
“Knock it off!” – Only three words in English my immigrant grandfather could say!
If you really are the shit, after you address issues and put out fires in your life, you’ll light a few on your way out of the room. Know what I’m sayin’?