Bullet or Film

Bullet or Film
Location
Seattle, Washington,
Birthday
January 01
Bio
Born in the decayed buckle of the rustbelt. Had a career. Made a living. Some said I was lucky. Others said I should feel lucky. I quit that career to fully pursue filmmaking. I know I don’t have much time. It’s a Bullet or Film. Went to community college and two universities. Left school nine credits short of of graduating. Went to beauty college, never worked professionally, but I’ll still cleanup the back of my mother’s hair when I’m in town. Drove cab for two years and lived on a sandbar in the Koliganek river for a summer among mosquitoes, moose, brown bear, and salmon of every stripe. Taught myself woodworking. Made custom furniture and wooden handtools. Built a small wooden boat and sailed it in Whitefish Bay with the sun and wind and swells nearly touching the tops of the gunwales. I’ve lied to everyone I’ve ever met. I love “little warm puppies/and girls of the night.” Gave up God when he refused a collect-call. Never drank a beer until I was twenty-six, but have become a respected professional drunkard. Now in the last half of my 30’s and I’ve thought about putting a gun in my mouth more days than not. Quit a lot of shrinks. Never took meds for long. Put a lot of miles on a lot of cars. Only really at peace when I’m alone behind the wheel on some forgotten state highway making fourteen hours a day and sleeping in the back just to end up where I started.

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JANUARY 10, 2012 10:05PM

How to Find a Working Method

Just a quick blog.

I only want to write when I feel it in my guts. I only ever want to create anything when I’ve held off long enough that the pressure has my mind about to burst. Ideas bubble and babble in my head always. I’m an idea guy. I’ve… Read full post »

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JANUARY 1, 2012 4:17AM

Should Ould Acquaintance Be Forgot?

A migraine lays coiled in my bed, wrapped and constricting the head of my lovely wife. It’s been twelve hours or more. Now it’s Midnight. Now it’s 2012. Fucking assholes with bottle rockets and M80s and probably 22-cals are blasting in a new year. How is it they have money for… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 31, 2011 11:03PM

NYE 2011 I

Played my first NYE in a bar when I was 16. Out of the last 22 years I can hardly remember not playing a gig on NYE. There were some good ones, here in Seattle and other good cities as well. Tonight I’m writing instrumental tunes on… Read full post »
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DECEMBER 26, 2011 11:22PM

First Night After Christmas

My wife is lording over crushed garlics and sorted bowls of cut and chopped in our small kitchen. She’s on break, so I’m on break. Not normally the house cook she takes the operation quite serious, with actual Indian cookbook and whole cardamom seeds too. She who never cooks actual meals,… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 26, 2011 11:12PM

Just a Forgotten Cosmonaut

A forgotten cosmonaut in a ramshackle craft. Typing madly into keyboards and banging on windows, and “hello, anyone at all!” into mics, but no, no one at all, drifting through bleak dead space. At some point I realize I’m throwing tantrums in mad attempts at communication just to ke… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 26, 2011 11:09PM

More about Watery Shits and Buildings

A few days later…I’m well past the hangover. My food poisoning got worse and thirty-dirty-shits turned into a countless flow of running to the john over and again with some hope of relief, but none came, just little splattery, watery, WonTon soup broth shits, where nothing floats on the… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 24, 2011 2:19AM

Thirty Shits, 12-Pack of PBR, and Moneyball

A random jump to some other subject. I never wanted to straight out tell some rambling history. The past will be dealt with, I’m sure, at some point. I want to get something out of these posts. I hope to find something like a path emerge from this public honesty.
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DECEMBER 15, 2011 6:21AM

Music’ll Leave You, if the Shrinks Don’t Kill You.

I’m not apathetic. I’m quite passionate at times. I’ve recently finished the long process of naming all my fears. Took the better part of the past two years. I feel a little freer, little more wriggle room. I’ve got a wait and see attitude.

Why write this blog? I want a… Read full post »

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