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Mine is a long confusing story. I don't even understand it at times. Here's the short understandable version: Once upon a time I was a skilled artist. All I wanted to do was draw comic books. I lived and breathed my art. I slept under my drafting table and worked until sunrise almost every day. Unfortunately my path through art school lead me to film making. I turned my creative passions to film and my drafting table slowly became a dusty relic. My pencils lay unsharpened and sketchbooks crisp and blank as the day they were bought. I toiled and sweat trying to make my way through the hollywood only to realize that I'm not the hollywood type.