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Back to the Future

15 August 2006

~~Hill Valley, CA~~ Hometown, MN --

Okay, so three years ago, I was going to make this cool short film...

My landlord found out about Rusty (the most beautiful dog in the world) and... well, her champion bloodline or the love of neighbors didn't save us from having to move.

So I was gonna live with my parents while I edited, and come back to L.A. as a director.

Instead, I moved in with a roommate in L.A. who had less money and less luck than I...

You know how you pack a little snowball at the top of a hill, start it rolling down, and by the time it hits bottom it can knock a person on their ass?

My life went straight to Hell on a flaming bullet train piloted by Carrot Top on coke while auditioning for American Idol with bees in his underwear.

I'll spare the details, but trust me on this one: two years of just flailing to get loose from an energy-sucking black hole.

But hey, I'm pretty strong, and besides creditors waking this vampire up at 8:10 am (and 8:17 and 8:24 and 8:33...) nothing keeps me down.

So I call this phase of my life Back to the Future:

I moved back to be with my mom in my hometown
Got a full checkup and am eating better (Mom keeps sabotaging that!)
Back in the gym, lost a few pounds, gained some muscle
Bought a new car, a retro-style PT Cruiser
Sifted through over a hundred cassette tapes, some of which I've had for 25 years, tossed a bunch, organized the rest
Liquidating on eBay other stuff I've owned for years
Completely caught up on my taxes -- huzzah! -- and updated my financial software.
Started editing my short film
Polishing my screenplays
Well, look at me, catching up on my news here!
And I'm saving enough money for L.A. expenses through next spring, including the showcase of my short.

Basically, it's all geared toward being where I should have been three years ago, when I shot my film.

And I could blame my old landlord, I could blame my roommate, I could even blame my little baby Rusty (if I'd never gotten her, I wouldn't have had to move), but ultimately, of course, I make my own decisions without regret.

You just gotta learn a lesson or two or ten sometimes. Face the music, fix your life, move forward...

...and get back to your future.

HA!!