for us all.
Three weeks ago I took part in a film being made by Wolfgang Lehmkuhl, the title is "Scratcher" and I play the lead. It's about a widower obsessed with the lotto - he's living for that winning ticket - I spend a sizable portion of the film in the front seat of a big ass Cadillac out in a night of pouring rain - you'd never guess there was a crew of four standing six feet away running hoses, lights and cameras - it's all part of this place, this dream in which i love to dissolve out there in the night. Reality came crashing down on the last day of the shoot which took place out in the elements on a bridge 'cross the Mississippi - one of those cold, wet and windy last hold out winterish days - 'neath a junglish overhang of trees with relative strangers attempting to dry shave my three week beard, using only plastic disposable razors and bottled water - a half wet towel wrapped 'round my throat protecting the suit all wind whipped and raw - It's all a long curve, it all comes at it's own time - C'MON SUMMER!!! I dont know how long I can wait!