I Did One Sci-fi Movie. I Did

The Only Thing I Can Point To Of Why I Survived Is I Have A Family That Loves Me And Never Wanted Any Money From Me.

I'm Always Trying To Look For How I Can Find Human Stories That Aren't Just Dramas.

All That Stuff With The Tabloids Is A Kind Of Luxury Tax I Pay For All The Good Things I Do In My Life.

My First Car Was Kind Of Sad. My First Car Was When My Parents Had Completely Worn Out Their Toyota Corolla That They Had For 16 Years Or Something. They Gave Me, For My 19th Birthday, This Really Ancient Toyota. So That Was My First Car. And I Loved It. I Thought It Was Amazing, And I Drove It Cross-country. It Was Not Aesthetically Appealing In Any Way. It Was It Fast. It Did Not Handle Well, But It Lasted Forever. I Drove Cross-country And Back, And Then I Gave It To My Sister, And She Drove It For Another 10 Years.

I Have Totally Hitched My Wagon To The Horse Of Storytelling, And The Idea That None Of Us Know Why We're Born, Or Why We're Gonna Die, Or What We're Planted Here, Or What's On The Other Side Of The Galaxy, Or When Time Began, Or When Time End. The Whole Nature Of Reality Is Pretty Up For Grabs, Really.