Maybe it’s a metaphor.
I moved to Vancouver for the reason a handful of other people would. The years have been tough, and often felt like they weren’t going anywhere. I’ve had a lot of odd jobs and promising productions would often fall through left and right.
I was usually under the impression that people liked the idea of being famous, but hated the idea of putting work into it if they weren’t promised popularity. Within the 40+ people I went to film school with, I’ve only seen/heard a tiny few succeed. (or even care anymore)
Try as I might, maybe I kept getting dealt the short straw. Continue reading
