I Don't Know How I Did It,

Sometimes I'm Angry, Sometimes I'm Not Angry.

I'm A Big Child At Heart. I Think It's Important To Stay That Way And Not Lose The Wonder Of Life.

My Mother Really Wanted Me To Be In Possibly A Beauty Pageant, Not Only For If I Could Win, But It Helped Improve My Self-image Because Of Trauma In My Childhood And Other Issues.

Struggle And Survival, Losing And Winning, Doesn't Matter. It's Entering The Race That Counts. You Enter, You Can Win, You Can Lose .... But It's All About Entering The Race.

I Don't Think I Can Break Down Any Doors, But I'm Thinking, "maybe I Can Be A Cameraman, Because I Love The Cameras." And The Cameraman Would Show Me How To Thread The Film, How To Repair It, The Lenses. That's When You Become, Like, Goony Goo-goo About It. You Breathe And Eat Camera, And All Of A Sudden, You Don't Want Anything Else In The World. You Finally Know, "this Is My Calling." When You're Passionate About Something, It Doesn't Become Work. It's Art And It's Fun. It's Arduous, It's Sweaty.