An artist never really finishes his work he merely abandons it.
The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel Mississippi.
What I loved about the acting class was that you got to think all day long...
Some really good things kind of swing both ways and I like to see people that...
The impetus behind going to graduate school was a year after graduating from...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
