The 2 constants in my life growing up as an 80's kid of divorce were food and movies. Always eat well even if broke as if there was no tomorrow and always killing time when spending time with each of my parents seperately at the movies. I remember seeing ET Tango and Cash and Jurrasic park with my dad and I can also remember seeing What dreams may come and Titanic with my mother. A few years ago one of my films screened in the very same theater that I saw my first movie in San Diego with my mother in 15 years earlier.
I have always wanted to make movies and make people laugh and began my journey in NY in the 90's studying at the legendary HB STUDIOS while I began with thoughts of becoming an actor I later realized what I really wanted to do was direct...
Many years later after talking about it I became friends with Brian and we started making movies. This is how far we have come so far but I plan to keep making movies big and small as my art as long as I can.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Yet I’ve always been good with numbers. Three succinct albeit impactful events told me writing should be more than a hobby and numbers can keep you bathed in food, shelter, and transportation until the time comes for writing to retire numbers.
My seventh grade English teacher being genuinely supportive when she asked me what I was going to do for the summer and I told her I was going to write a vampire novel(Two 100 page notebooks worth).
A too old for dreadlocked asshole who I had enthusiastically just served coffee to at a Starbucks inside of a Barnes & Noble (he was kind of famous in the NYC independent movie scene back in the 90’s… Hence my enthusiasm) laughing in my face and to his wife when I told him I wanted to be a writer and write for film. Dickbag being fuel for my spite and drive as it were.
And my Business Law teacher Mr. Gauger telling a friend of mine’s mother that I should consider changing my 3.8 GPA Business Administration major and focus on writing and not accounting.
After college I got int to a fucked-up car accident. Left me incapacitated for a whole summer. Turned out to be the best summer of my life, in which I wrote my first screenplay (Formerly: “A Guy/Girl Thing” Presently: “Blow Pops & Cigarettes”). Few months after that packed up my car, moved to San Diego, wrote some more stuff, worked A LOT, paid for sex, met the supreme jerkoff named Lou, got promoted, moved away, got promoted some more, hated life, made a decision, moved back to SD, crashed on a couch, wrote some more, became a co-defendant in 2am Burrito productions, shot some shit that I wrote for said production company, and am still writing. All the while runnin up on all genres of the music game like a black Matt Pinfield. Because what’s a pretentious music nerd without a deep cut referenced moniker?
Peace Two Fingers,
Zodiac Sign: Taurus