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All I Want To Do Is Make Serious Movies That Explore Social Issues And Turn A Profit, And Slip The Schnitzel To Jane Depugh.

I Work Within The Framework Of A Very Concerted, Purely Driven Protestant Christian Mindset. I Had Dark Early Circumstances. I Went Inward. I Have A Sturdy Will. I Have A Big Heart. I'm A Decent Guy. And I Have A Great Gift. It's Blunted Me To The World In Many Ways.

My Guys Are Morally Weak, And They Reach Toward A Tenuous Knowledge Of Self-sacrifice, And Sometimes It's Too Late. I Find That Moving. It's Not A Life I'd Want To Live. But, Then, I'm Not Completely My Books.

I Cleaned Up. I Quit Drinking, I Quit Doing Drugs, I Quit Stealing, I Quit Breaking Into Houses, I Tried To Quit Being A Bad Human Being. I Developed A Conscience Later In Life Than Many. I Call It The Lost-time-regained Dynamic.

I Begin By Assembling Notes On Characters. Large Swaths Of The Plot Become Clear To Me As I Do This.