Oddly enough, it’s kinda really appropriate for me to give my boss a pack of diapers as a wrap/you’re having a baby soon present with a card that says, “These are so you can clean up a bunch of shit just like you do on set.”
I think I’m gonna do it.
unemployment,
slight alcoholism,
failed relationships,
a terrible sense of humor,
an eye for aesthetics,
unfinished films,
& wild friends.
Call me anything you want, just don't call me late to a party.
