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Deep breath – I’m five years old climbing the ladder of the high diving board at the public swimming pool.  It’s way the hell up there.  Don’t be nervous.  Once you take the step, there’s no turning back.  You’re totally exposed.  Built like a birdhouse, shivering shirtless in front of sixth grade babes wearing flip flops and that kid Shane with the rotten teeth who might just spit on you and take your lunch money if you bail.  One time Jeffrey chickened out from the top and the lifeguards had to carry him back down.  Not me.  You gotta commit, or bring a doctor’s note to excuse you from being a pussy in the deep end at Cottonwood Park.

Seems like I often get caught in those moments where I’m planted on the conveyor belt of an experience.  I’m the boring part of my biography.  The world spins, exciting things happen, adrenaline gets pumping, and the crowd shuffles, the clouds roll in.  I’m standing there….  Eventually the lifeguard blows the whistle and says, “Shit or get off the pot.”

So now is that time.  The dive begins.  Not sure if I’ll pull up my legs into a Preacher’s Seat, or bust a Can-Opener.  A proper Cannonball could spray the sunbathing ladies, but I’m thinking it’s best to just jump and catch the air, get lost in flight and see how I splash.

It’s been a year since we premiered the film “Snow Angels” at the Sundance Film Festival.  Immediately after that, I jumped into production on another movie “Pineapple Express,” that flick is now completed and I’m off to hustle the release of “Snow Angels.”  The emotional transitions here are pretty wild.  It is always at this point where I get anxiety…the obstacles of development and production are behind me.  In this case, WAY behind me and the publicity and court of public opinion lay ahead.   I could not be more proud of “Snow Angels” and the work so many people did to complete it, and here I come to a day where I have to represent the movie.  Me.  The guy who likes to stay tucked behind the scenes where I sneak around in the comfort and control.  Give others the indecent exposure.  Starting tomorrow, I have to stand in the spotlight and sit in interviews and lean closer to the microphone to talk about the process, the product, the actors…  I’ll project myself from a stage. – The way it works is, I leave home and jump on a plane and land in a new city.  The movie screens.  The next day I do interviews, then jump on another plane and hit the next town.  That goes on for weeks.  Hotels and handshakes…a passport to the world.  It’s an amazing opportunity to break down the barrier between the process and the participants, the financiers and those who finally actually buy a ticket.  I plan to keep a journal along the way and give the movie a voice.  A shout from the roof tops.  This is the first time I’ve been given the assignment of documenting my days.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’m climbing the ladder hungry to flip into the pool of new experience.  During long layovers, between the nude, spread eagle photo shoots and after the night caps of PBR and tomato juice…you can pull up a stool and witness to the mental gymnastics, desperate poetry and the scripted shenanigans of my journey.  It all begins bright and early.  Sip your tea, or suck eggs and join me for the flight.