I Don't Know Why I Write What

I Have No Problems Or Issues With Screenwriting In General.

Exploitation Is A Harsh Word, I Know That, But On A Certain Level, To Me That Is The Central Hollywood Story.

Why Would I Care What Other People Are Thinking? I Don't Care What An Audience Thinks Of Me.

I Stare Into A Thin, Web-like Crack Above The Urinal's Handle And Think To Myself That If I Were To Disappear Into That Crack, Say Somehow Miniaturize And Slip Into It, The Odds Are Good That No One Would Notice I Was Gone. No... One... Would... Care. In Fact Some, If They Noticed My Absence, Might Feel An Odd, Indefinable Sense Of Relief. This Is True: The World Is Better Off With Some People Gone. Our Lives Are Not All Interconnected. That Theory Is Crock. Some People Truly Do Not Need To Be Here.

Rock 'n' Roll. Deal With It.