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Blood, Fire & Grit

Once upon a time (so many a writer has begun) I was a film major. The dream was that I might dictate worlds. I wanted to make others see my vision, experience the story I had in my head. I wanted to be a film director.

Film school was a rude awakening, at least for me.  I was surrounded by some enormous talent, and my simpering ego couldn’t deal with it. I went from being a whale in a pond (among the most creative in my community) to being a minnow in a vast ocean of creativity. My dream and ego both shattered, I pretty much dropped out of school and took up drinking, drugs, and sampling every after-hours club in lower Manhattan. To quote a giant, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

Fast-forward some years. I have tried my hand at many, many creative…

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