Reveal Clip #1

She's a fighter. And I love it.

Don't watch. Just listen.

For a while, I forgot how to talk. I ate up all the drugs and a took my brain for a ride. It's coming back though. Slowly but surely. I'm really pouring my heart and soul into this narrative. It's me, if I were a film. Honestly. I'm being the most honest with the world that I have ever been. Maybe the world will get it, maybe they won't. Films are art. Art is expressing yourself, your feelings, anything that strikes your fancy, really. It gets lost in the industry a lot, today, which saddens me. It's all about making money now. You know, especially in the financial district here, I see a lot of these yuppie types, and sometimes I just want to ask them, "If it weren't for the money, would you still do what you do?" But people love money. It gets you things you can't get by being yourself, by being real. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if our society was one of bartering as opposed to cash, money, economics, whatever you want to call it. If you were a farmer, and had only a few animals on your land that you cared for, but one day it came down to it, and you had to give up something to sustain yourself. So you give up your horse to get a car. A jalopy piece of crap, most likely. But at least you can drive to see your family, or drive to the closest grocery store chain and trade your organic fruits and vegetables for processed foods and pesticides. I'm just rambling now. Point of the story is, it all sucks. But it's never going to change.

Sharing is not an option for the world, because everyone's got their heads shoved up their asses. It's true. I know I do.

You just have to take the time to appreciate things while you have them, reminisce for a little, and when they're gone, you just gotta keep going. Same old shit everyone tells you. It just never means anything unless you realize it for yourself.