There’s this girl who grew up in the town next to mine. I’ve met her dad a couple of times. He’s an artistic type. Paints, draws, writes, dabbles in stand-up comedy.
“Is it my turn with the handsaw?” “How about you sweep up the sawdust, love.” – Me, age 13, and school woodwork teacher.
I always struggle with a bit of an internal conflict during Hollywood’s awards season.