User:Dane Unknoen/Damian Forest Light

Damian Forest Light

Artist, Writer, Producer, Vocalist, Drummer, Actor, Musician

Damian Forest Light was born supposedly in Brooklyn, New York in the year 1978, at Methodist Hospital. He did not know his Father and was raised by his mother until he was six years old. He lived with his grandmother and his aunt, and was in the first grade, when he went to live with one of his nearest step fathers until the age of 17. He was raised outside Park Slope, Brooklyn. He moved around to neighboring neighborhoods in the Park Slope Area, namely, Windsor Terrace, Kensington, Park Slope, and Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill. His grandmother, was from Tombstone, Arizona, and when he was 19, he moved to Arizona on his way to California, where he planned on becoming an Actor, of some sort. When he was 18, he dropped out of Brooklyn College, and got bitten by a deer tick and suffered a grave seizure attack that put him in the hospital and under the care of a private nurse in Upstate New York for over a month. He was occasioned to write poetry and song lyrics as well as short stories. When he was 16, he began his first novel and wrote the sequel to it, in 1999 and finished it in the year 2000. The name of the novel was " Light of a New Day", and the sequel was entitled, "Transformation". Both remain unpublished. In 2000, Damian re- began writing poetry and lyrics, after spending three years practicing Transcendental Meditation and trying to fix himself from a heart problem and Lyme Disease. In 2002, he had a couple of big notebooks filled with Lyrics, that he had written in Florida, and he was recording a demo in Athens, Georgia. He made his way back to New York, after he found out that his best childhood friend, had shot himself in his own bedroom and was dead, this happening shortly after 9/11. Damian was asked by his boss at the Bank of America if he had given his social security number away to some moslems and was asked if he had known he had a moslem name attatched to his social security number. He did not know, and decided to give up his anti government affiliations with eco terrorists in Northern California, and support the U.S. in its positions regarding its people. He gained the reputation of selling out the (anti- American)movement and supported the U.S. and the U.N. in the decisions to ban and outlaw Genetic Engineering and unlawful Illegal Federal Military Surveillance, and was thought for awhile to persecute people who were abusive towards children and minorities. Thus people doubted his allegiance to the law, and believed him to be a criminal, who would lie, steal and kill in order to protect those of a "More meek species". He gained a reputation for defying law enforcement when he got into a fist fight with two detectives in Los Angeles in 2008, and was charged with Disturbing the Peace. He was charged with 60 days total in West Los Angeles and was put into the County Prison Hospital, when he almost lost his kidneys with Post Lyme Disease Syndrome. Damian was an Eagle Scout, and was thought to be a writer by certain Hollywood Movie Stars who spied on him during his High School Years, and talked with his teachers about a supposed career as a writer in and out of Hollywood, California. Damian Forest Light went to Edward R. Murrow High School in Brooklyn, NY. Damian was raised Catholic, and although studying with Zen Masters for a year in Seattle, he still worships in the Catholic Religion and is a devout Christian in his own time; He also believes in a form of Judea that endorsed Buddhism and Taoist Practices, although many think this is hogwash. Damian's step father endorsed him a schizophrenic, and as such, he requested a meeting with the Secret Service, in 2006 and asked them to investigate the Sherrif Department that he believed homosexually insulted him and tried to humiliate him in Goleta, California. He also asked them to investigate his step father and his family for serving him to witchcraft and psychic phenomenon, and they were. Damian was allowed to visit the White House in 2011, for the Christmas Holiday Season, and declined his visitation, returning home to New York City after doing research out west in California, Arizona, Nevada and New Mexico. In 2002, Damian was returning to Brooklyn, NY from the south and was writing new lyrics and poetry. In 2003, Damian had nearly a dozen demo records recorded when he found himself in the studios of Tower Music Group in Staten Island. He was offered a multi- platinum agreement with the guarantee of endorsements and an offer to sell his own music on the stands of Tower Records, West Fourth Street in Manhattan. The contract agreement was to be cleared by Entertainment Lawyers on behalf of Bad One Records in Staten Island. The Offer was for Vocals, with Music written and bought by the music group. Then there was to be a second album or a group of albums with just music written by Damian Forest Light, now the Emcee Damian D Unknown, and then a combination for a culmination LP with both his lyrics and music; leading from a rap type style to a rock and roll album with MC D Unknown becoming a Rock and Roll artistry, written and produced by him and his endorsements at Tower Records. On February 17, 2004, Damian had met with Tower Records Music Group from New York City in Bad One Records Studios in Staten Island. After a bad interaction over a bottle of wine at the local Rotary Club, the group informed Damian the Tower Records was declaring Bankruptsy; and that his contract would be close to becoming null, and he might not ever be published by the American Idol and Star Search Producers as he was promised. He was told, that although he might work hard on an album, he might not ever receive the commercial endorsements that he was promised, by this company. Damian walked out of the meeting and purchased a Music Editor for a Computer owned by some Hassidic jews he lived with in New Jersey, and started writing his own music. After travelling California, and moving to Jamaica, Queens that same summer, he caught a bus ride home from Denver Colorado, and started re writing an album demo that he presented to Warner Music Group that Winter in New York City, in Midtown Manhattan. A few weeks later, after the holidays, he received a call on the phone from the Warner Agents, that claimed to be Whitney Houston's original managers, that they would offer him a contract worth a million dollars, if he could produce a more radio friendly project, that they could turn into an album suitable for a New York Radio Hip Hop Artist. The contract they offered seemed to be similar to that of the Tower Records Contract, in that they offered him both an instrumental album as a Production DJ, and a vocalist album with both his music production and him performing his own written lyrics over his own music. Then, after numerous albums of both songs and mainly instrumentals, he would manifest from a rapper into a Rock and Roll Performer with his own written Rock and Roll. Damian moved one more time to the west coast, this time to Oregon, to write the new album. When this album was finished, about a year later, he moved down to Los Angeles, instead of returning home to New York to distribute his music to major production labels in LA and the Hollywood area. About six months later, Tower Music went under, out of business and simultaneously, Damian stopped, giving up, giving out and distributing his demo music to major labels in Los Angeles. Three Years later, Damian found himself on his second background slot on a major production, this time in Los Angeles, on the show, CSI:Miami, where he played a criminal under questioning. six months later he would return from Arizona, where he wrote a documentary entitled "60 Miles in the Desert" and worked on another dozen or so Film Sets in LA, for CBS, Showtime and NBC, where he worked as a background actor. In 2010 he returned to Arizona and wrote another draft on foot, with a camera this time, of the documentary entitled "60 Miles in the Desert". During the last day of the shoot, he was returning to Phoenix, Arizona, when he dropped and lost his camera, and all of his footage, causing him to return a month later and repeat the filming on foot, of this prolonged documentary. This time, on the last version of this filming journey, he set foot from Needles, California into Laughlin and then into Las Vegas, Nevada, and back down into Lake Havasu City, Arizona and set off on foot for Phoenix, Arizona. A near 500 Mile escapade through the desert, where he actually walked on foot, for over 360 Miles, in the matter of two short weeks. This time he collected over 10 hours of footage and over 5,000 photographs. He presented the idea in 2013, to an entertainment group in Pittsburgh, PA and they offered to have it piloted for a price and be presented to the FX, Showtime, Discovery Channel, and National Geographic Network. As of the summer of 2013, the documentary has been put on hold. In 2006, The M.C. D Unknown officially changed his name into the Emcee D Unknoen, and after 10 months of working in 2012 to 2013 as a Featured and Principle Actor in Los Angeles, Damian started work at the Academy of Art, a University in San Francisco, as a Screenwriter, where he hopes to take up a career working as a Production Specialist in the field of Screenwriting and Movie Writing. Damian did two documentaries on Humboldt County in the Harvest, and the Craters of the moon with his small hand held Camera.

His Autobiography:'

The Word Artist from NY I was born in Brooklyn NY. I don’t remember much until I was about 4 years old when I asked my mother and my stepfather to hit off of a joint. They looked at me and said no, both at the same time. My uncle laughed and started a friendship with me. He used to pick me up at my dad’s house a few years later, after I had moved out of my Grandmother’s place and take me to the movies every weekend. By that time I had gained a whole lot of weight and was one of the biggest kids in the class. My dad was weird, but he used to drink a lot and he had gone to recovery. Now he lost a lot of weight and was acting strange once in a while. He stopped doing coke, and taking pills, but he had a lot of anger issues, but he never hit me. He was always looking for a new wife. Funny part was, he wasn’t really my dad, and I even told him. He either didn’t believe me, or he didn’t really care, he just wanted me to have a good life, and he wanted to be my dad. We lived with my “ Grandpa”. But Gramps had just gotten a divorce and he slept in the next room. We used to like to eat Bologna and Salami Sandwiches together with fresh American Cheese, and we drank large glasses of Milk from Giant Plastic Don Mattingly Cups we bought at the Yankee Game. We used to see the Mets Games a lot down at Shea Stadium, but Gramps used to buy me and my aunt tickets to see the games, but he wouldn’t go to the game. He would stay at home and always kid around he saw us on TV at the game. I used to play with He man. I had the whole Castle Grey skull, Snake Mountain, and all the spin off characters. I had like 80 He- men. Then my dad found a new girlfriend and she worked at the cub scout pack. They threw my He Man colIection into the garbage. I joined the Scouts and went to play Baseball at little league and became a pitcher and second basemen. Once in a while, I played first. We beat up our patrol leader in boy scouts and got our Tenderfoot as a big group and I took over and became the Patrol Leader. My buddy became the Senior Patrol Leader, and I got into music. I became a director at Camp, and had followers. I built all the campfires and led as the MC and sang most of the songs twice a week, and every night at dinner. I started writing lyrics and poetry to fit to music after I started smoking weed in High School. I wrote a few notebooks worth of poetry and people used to read it sometimes all day long while they were cutting class at school. I switched to short stories, and was influenced by Creative Writing Class Assignments to conjure new stories. The stories were usually about some guy, a little older than myself, who wandered around a big city alone, smoking weed and looking at all the happenings, even the clouds in the sky. And this character always wondered” like, you know, what is life really all about”? He used to enjoy thinking about life and looking into the mystery of things. As if it were really interesting. When I was about 18, I got really sick up at camp, and went to the hospital. I got bitten by a poison Lyme bug and was almost eaten by it, dead. I had a slow heart rate and had to go to two hospitals in Pennsylvania. They almost put a pace maker in my chest, and I showed them the hidden bug bite my roommate had seen behind my arm. I got administered for the Lyme Disease and was taken aback, after they said I could get rid of it. I moved to the State of Arizona, where my Grandmother was raised, and eventually started travelling through California, looking for an Entertainment Venue to work in. A few years later on the way to Los Angeles, I gave a call to a Music Producer of mine from Tower Records in NYC. He said and told me boldly that his company wanted to sign me to a Major Label Contract, and that I eventually would be making my own music, including Rock and Roll, and I arranged a flight back out of San Francisco a few weeks later. Things didn’t go as well as I wanted them too, and a month or so later, I was walking out of his studio in Staten Island, NY, pretty steamed and disappointed, and while I vowed to drop off my tapes with him within a few weeks, I sought representation elsewhere; and the same thing happened down at supposed Warner Records, out in Manhattan. And after a few more run ins with the music industry, I started working on Movie Sets, in LA five years later, walking out alone, broke, and sleeping under the stars; and I thought, “I got to get into the union. But, the only way is through Writing or Production”, So I went there and started writing a feature, and created log lines for more and more features, while working as a background and featured actor. I hit a bunch of movie sets and started doing principle acting, but it didn’t really pay any money, and besides, I obligated to film school, so I could get off the streets. I got thrown out of my aunt’s place some years back, like about 10 or so. I was smoking some weed and she asked me to leave the property to do it. I had a pinched nerve and was all set to get a prescription, so I didn’t care. She asked me for some once or twice but said she had never smoked it before. I kept it all just for myself, and smoked regularly. I had been smoking since I was a kid, and I tried to hit it a few times before I was six. When I was about five or seven or so, I went to a party with the Hell’s Angels. The guys told me it was cool for a guy to drink, so I took a few sips. I asked for a joint, but they all turned to me with their big sunglasses and bandannas on their heads and said “no”. “No. Sorry Bud. But you can drink.” I finished my can of beer and told them I would not drink another one until they gave me a joint. I never drank at a Hells Angels Party again, but I got made fun of for it. They began to express to my other Cousins that they were concerned I didn’t want a Budweiser. I knew I would not drink without them supplying my five year old ass with some Mary Jane. Anyway, My Cousin and my other uncle found a small bag and I got thrown out of the house. I walked around in a blizzard with nowhere to go. I slept at my friends, and worked two jobs, but had soon after been thrown out of my friends, via his new fiancée. She didn’t like me hanging around any more. I lived in the streets, moved in with a new girlfriend, moved back to the streets, but I moved to collecting aluminum cans in a shopping cart in Brooklyn. I worked construction on the side, and was working on a music demo. I had two or three of them already, but I wanted something really original, and long. I wanted a “Demo Album”. I found this producer in the weekly newspaper who offered me some studio time for really, really cheap. After a session or two, he offered me free recording time, at the price of a Chinese Food Lunch that costed about Six Bucks. He got his favorite, Generals Chicken, with Fried Rice, Soup a Hot, Fat Egg Roll, and a Coke. All for six bucks. I bought him two of them, with the money I got from collecting cans, and we started working on a demo. He had me perform at a night club in Manhattan. He was Italian, but he had a lot of photos with celebrities and himself worked onstage as a DJ at the Apollo Theater, in Harlem. He told me he would hook me up with some friends of his, and they together worked as Engineers and Owners of Tower Records on W 4 Street in Greenwich Village. It seemed great. One night about six months later, we were going into negotiations and he took me down to the local rotary club where he worked playing the Ucalalie for the evening bar. I was celebrating. I picked up two bottles of wine and started walking out with them. One of the Waiter’s scolded me and told his manager is tried to steal them. I picked them off a table or a cart somewhere in the place and was accosted for my actions. I got into trouble. When we got back to the studio, The Music Group was waiting, and Paulie, my producer bragged he saw me get caught trying to lift wine from the Rotary Club. He complained he got into trouble, and I was reprimanded. Within a few minutes, the small group of associates were explaining to me for the last time, and not the first time, that their company was going to go out of business; That Tower Records was going to file for Bankruptsy and Chapter 11. I agreed to drop some new music off with them in a couple of weeks and walked out completely pissed off. I started writing my own music and six months later, had performed in front of a couple of Warner Reps, and they offered me a similar deal; with me starting as a rap artist, moving on to having my own production Albums, with just instrumentals, and making rhythms for various artists as remixes, leading me to my own instrumental albums, until I could muster up some Rock and Roll, and become a real Rock Artist. This seemed far fetched, but Tower Records offered me the same thing. In a year I had a new album written and I moved to Los Angeles,from this little dejected spot I had in Southern Oregon; Where the snow falls and the population is less than 3,000 for the winter. The Aryans had ran to that town and hid there, complaining they didn’t want to wear Aryan Uniforms anymore and beat the living hell out of people in California with baseball bats, as they had done for previous seasons. This Ex Aryan, who creeped the hell out of me, dated this girl who complained she liked to cook human dookie and eat it with vegetables and mainly asparagus. It was then that I decided that Oregon was not for me. I worked in a restaurant called Alex’s where the cook made it the policy to explicitly ask everyone male and female, for explicit sex with him inside the walk in cooler. We came close to throwing punches a few times. The problem was, in Jackson county, if you retaliate on someone who punches you, and you punch someone back in self defense, you could land SIX YEARS in prison. Not Six Months, Six Years!!! Shoplifters get Three years in Prison for stealing Liquor in Jackson county. It made Fighting a little bit taboo. I made arrangements upon my album’s finish that I would move to California. I set up and delivered demos to Universal, Def Jam, Island, BMG, Interscope, and NBC, MTV, etc. I saw Paris Hilton’s sister down at the MTV building one time. I was offered appointment time at some big companies. I went to Northern Arizona after my step dad’s brother, a professional stock broker, stole a few thousand dollars from me and spent it on fine wine and Seven Hundred Dollar Shoes he bought in Midtown Manhattan. I reported him to the Federal Trade Commission and he had a rip off report posted up about him. In Northern Arizona I ran into this guy who looked just like Perez Hilton. He offered me a music contract one night after a drunken stupor at a bar and we watched Prince videos with his boyfriend, and my buddy. They knew a woman who ran a record company and she was a big star, they said. They offered me a music tour and I said no. I don’t know why. At dawn I went and retrieved my hard drive of music is stashed near where the coyotes used to run every night. There Weren’t any in the daytime. I saw a scorpion and let it live walking on some steps. Some giant eight foot Javellina ran by a few nights later, and there was a whole herd of them. One Saturday, a Giant Rattlesnake got startled as I walked by it near the creek. The Javellina used to run by on Saturday’s as well. I moved back to LA. My supposed Uncle tried to set me up to live in a group home in South Central, near some spot all the way South of Downtown, and I didn’t know where I was. These guys that rented the place, had big gold jewelry on all over them, and they asked me for 500$. I called a cab and walked out. The people there were nice, but I did not have time to live in a board room with ten people for 500$ rent. I took a cab and put my stuff in storage and went and lived in the streets after going back up to Northern California and Oregon for the summer. I used to the opportunity to write some controversial web blogs, and get a bad rep for myself with a bunch of newspapers across the US, as a speculating trouble maker who meant well but brought the hammer down on a lot of bad people. People who hated NYC, and hated the US. People that ate food in a kitchen filled with maggots, and had a large rodent eating out of their leftovers. People who without their own knowledge and awareness, went swimming naked, skinny dipping in a swimming hole filled with giant water moccossins; the same people who were African American and friends with the guys from the Aryan Nation and the Satanic Cult of Dookie Eaters….I exposed a lot of bad stuff, and the newspapers didn’t like it. I moved back down to LA and gave up blogging. I slept on the beach. I did so for a few weeks. I changed my hair drastically and sat next to an old child hood buddy who was in Santa Monica for a vacation getting drunk. He sat next to me, drunk as a skunk, and I started a conversation with him. He didn’t recognize me, but it was fun to hang out with him for a minute. A couple of times, I saw this girl jump out of some bushes behind her apartment and swing a baseball bat on somebody. She knocked this one fellow clear off his bike. He lay unconscious on the ground until Ambulance arrived with Full on Fire Trucks. The same girl cradled him in her arms and said “ You poor baby. You poor dear” until the Fire Guy Patrol took the guy away into a stretcher. I didn’t know it was her until she jumped out of the bushes at me twenty minutes later. I put up my arms to defend myself in a fighting stance and she dropped the bat and gave me a long romantic hug. I had to kiss her and she picked up the bat and said goodnight, she was going back into her apartment to get drunk again. I left Venice and stayed on the streets of West Los Angeles for the Summer. Some time in Late July, I was approached by a gentleman as I stood outside a 7/11 and was eating a big bite hot dog. This guy stared me down really hard from inside a Japanese restaurant. He stood by the front window, and we got into a slight argument before I cursed at the guy. I walked away and went back to try and get an order of rice from the Japanese Restaurant, and simultaneously apologize for causing a disturbance. The guy and his friend rushed out of the restaurant and started swinging blows on me. I swung back, just as I saw they had just pulled out their LAPD Detective Badges, I swung a few more times and they pretty much pummeled my head with their fists and cuffed me, walking on my back. I gave up, but did two weeks for disturbing the peace. I complained to their captain, that they had used excessive force, but the captain brought one of them into the interrogation room with me and I dropped the charges. I spent two weeks working in the County Jail Kitchen Duty for Dinner before I was released on Disturbing the Peace Charges. A security guard handcuffed me in Las Vegas for walking in a private neighborhood, and I was held handcuffed for three hours until a Metro Cop could pick me up off the sidewalk, where I sit with hands cuffed behind my back until 11 PM. They found a trace amount of pot on me and gave me three days before I walked not seeing the judge. I went back to the casino when I got out, gambled and puked at the Breakfast Buffet down at the Point Casino. I set up shop in Torrance, down near Gardena, and I started working movie sets a few months later. In the meantime I met celebrities all over Southern California, and was thrown out of a majority predominantly Female bar in downtown Santa Barbara along with Damon Wayans and his entourage. I slept next to Dave Chappelle for like a week in LA county Jail, after I got busted down in West LA walking around looking drunk and beligerant on my year probation for Disturbing the Peace. I lied to the cops and told them I was a big movie writer with ties to the White House and I wound up getting into a fight with the leader of the white people in LA county barracks. I had to fight four of his friends, all of them six foot tall, at the same time, with a really bad back. I could not even walk, or bend my legs and sit. I told some Mexican Gangmember that he smelled like Rotten Milk, after he puked repeatedly into a garbage can near my bunk. He and his friends didn’t take kindly to me telling them off, and they vowed to get me fought. No matter how many times I told jokes and made that guy laugh he said it was his obligation to repay the confrontation I started with the Mexicans. I got sent back to the Twin Towers and after a Medical Evaluation, the doctor rushed me to the County Hospital. If I didn’t get like a couple of gallons of water in me, I might soon lose my kidneys. I spent a few days in the Hospital, didn’t make bail and missed my court date pre trial. I had to wait another two weeks for my trial in order to be released. I had to go to court five more times, and not see the judge. I woke up at like 2 AM and had to eat peanut butter and jelly for breakfast with apples. No Water. I saved my kidneys and I stayed in the Medical Ward. Ive managed to keep myself out of prison ever since, and I stole a Porche and drove it around Chicago Suberbs for twenty minutes getting pulled over parking the thing in the parking lot I found it sitting in. With the keys sitting on a table with no one around, I thought I could not resist taking it for a spin. But I got in trouble and was in the tank for a couple of hours, for driving with a surrendered license. I got a ticket in Arizona for sitting on University Property reading a magazine after I signed up for classes at Arizona State University. I was told I was on Private property even thought I used to work there and I got to see Barack Obama speak there a few to several days, weeks earlier. I left to pursue an acting job, never made it to court and now just a few months ago, last year, I hear from the court and they tell me that my license had been suspended for sitting on a bench in the middle of Winter in ASU. I owe the court some money it seems so I can get my lisence back. Ive stayed off the police scanner ever since and am extremely thankful. That winter, I worked on a bunch of CBS Action Crime Shows, including CSi NY, CSI Miami, Criminal Minds, Cold Case and a bunch of Cable and NBC shows. In a month or two I hit ten sets and made my way back to NYC, where one night a rat jumped out of the way of a predator and landed on my arm. I freaked out, and challenged the rat population by sleeping at night when it rained, in a subway car. A couple of years earlier, a similar thing happened one night in Santa Barbara, the day before a Sherrif Deputy approached me and wanted to know if I smoked Marijuana. He had me drug tested and he almost got pretty gay with me, and he and his superiors sat in an office, inside a graffitied facility, I mean it had graffiti on it bottom to top, and none of it was nice, at all. They demanded I take a pis test and screamed at me and scolded me for having a marijuana pot card. I told them they were gay. I continued to be harassed for a few months in the Sherrif town of Goleta, north of Santa Barbara Downtown and the Airport, until I emailed the Secret Service and asked them if they could come to town and take matters into their own hands. They arrested two of the deputies for a day, and had them questioned and interviewed with regards to them getting the death penalty for potentially harassing the President if he had come to town. I know because one of those deputies approached me several months later down in the town of IV and told me he was interviewed by Secret Service and that that is what had happened. I was threatened several times with violence by Santa Barbara Sherrifs,and they threatened to beat me an taze me if they had ever seen me again. I made sure that I approached that individual while he was off duty in his purple car, wearing a gay shirt while he sat outside the park in Downtown. The other deputy who originally brought me in was shot at one night and he had to kill some guy who attacked him with a gun. I had numerous web pages put up making fun of this individual and calling him jokingly, a homosexual. I thought I left web blogging behind. I returned home to NYC a couple of times, and was cursed at by my step dad. He called me a loser and an alcoholic, and I was no longer his son. I said “that’s fine because you’re not really my dad”. He started crying. I got him made fun of on the internet. The Secret Service is After Him. I don’t know how many times he called me an “Asshole” or a “Piece of Shit” or made some snide racist remark. Any way, he pretends he’s Irish, and my real dad was a Native American Indian. I lived with him under different pretenses for a few years of my childhood, before I even really knew my step dad. I met him when I was Five. However I met this really rich Jewish Chick and she started having sex with me at AA meetings and around the Church on Weekends. It didn’t really work out. I put up a sex tape of the Two of Us on You Tube and she had it taken down after a couple of thousand views. She had a really big house in a really rich Jewish Neighborhood, but she lied and said she was pregnant. This girl that said her family was living heir to Campbells soup knocked on my door one night while I was living in Phoenix, Arizona and offered me some sodomy for a cold beer. I didn’t have any more so we were on our way to the store after she committed the act and I stopped into the shower, when I caught her trying to get a hand on my wallet. I threw her out and stole her pack of cigarettes. She left them behind and I took them. A few months later I was on a flight back to LA and I got a job in a movie Called Atlas Shrugged Part II. But it was only a role that appeared to be featured and six months later I was on twenty TV specials and pulling Principle Parts for the American Film Institute in Hollywood and the New York Film Academy down in Warner Brothers. I signed up for film school and moved to San Francisco. The first month of school I registered a screenplay at WGA, and I moved into a laboratory type apartment on height Street. I lived there for the remainder of the semester And moved up to Humboldt county for the Summer to help try and grow some Legal Pot. The scene up there is fun, but I think I might try out Denver or Colorado, I would like to buy it or grow it without having to pay a Doctor.'