
I remember telling my friend Eric in a windy by-lane in Brooklyn that I never imagined that guerrilla film-making would send such a thrill down my spine. I was young and stupid. We were shooting a short, with two women acting as lookouts in case the cops caught us. We zipped through a lane, the biting winds and sea-gusts lashing our insides while we shot using a steadi-cam. Not just because it was cool but because, that's the only option to use, when you know that you might have to break into a run. I don't know what makes me more unhappy today - not writing content that flows from my heart or the fact that everyone in American television seems to doing exactly that.
Today all I have is hope - that my film career may take off (which thankfully it is slowly but steadily) and eventually make me a power-to-be. Then, I shall unleash the creative muscle. I will, go Guerrilla. I will make gut-wrenching twisted films and seek vengeance on my oppressed TV working years.
I will prevail.
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And you have, haven't you? :)
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