Wow....
I'll tell you....
Sometimes I feel like I've lived too long. It's days like today that I feel like an old man. I look at everything I've accomplished these last 25 years...and I can honestly say, that if I died tomorrow, I'd die a rich man....
I have no regrets. None.
How many people can say that? I'm dirt poor here in the Ozarks, living in poverty, working crappy telemarketing jobs to make ends meet week to week while I make my movies....but I'm richer by far than these millionaires who slave and hoard their whole lives, and die with their pockets full, being a slave to their job for 40 years, so they can win the contest in death of 'who dies with the most in their pocket'. And these people that slave at their job all their life so they can have nice material things and keep up with the Jones's?
Fuck that!
Give me a shack in the boonies any day, with no hot water, a clothes line to dry my clothes, an electric heater to keep warm in the winter, and my cat to keep me company...and I'm a rich man....
This poor filmmaker doesn't need a bunch of cash to be alive...truly alive....
My Mother, Opal, THE OLD STRIPPER, on VEOH:
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