There is a way to see the world that get’s entirely too cluttered with bull shit.
As I sit on my pull out sofa…editing a small project…while my son and daughter sleep next to me…
The bull shit falls away.
I have not seen these babes in 5 weeks and I missed them dearly . As my son was drifting off to sleep, his arm across my chest, he whispers…”I love you Daddy” as if he knew I needed to hear it in that moment.
On our death beds we will not give a fuck about the films we make. We will care about the handful of relationships that have been entrusted to us on this life’s journey.
Get it? Got it! Good.
RIDE DIE KILL
IH