This guy I know...let's call him Elliot... Elliot Cowan. He's a good guy. Aussie living in Brooklyn or one of those places. He sent me songs about balls and heartache last year. Then he mocked me. My kinda guy. Sensitive and dickish. For some reason, Romanians gave him money to make a feature film. Can you imagine? Me neither. I think he's making this shit up. People do that you know. I think it stems from the daily pressures, values and beliefs that society and its various social, religious, educational and cultural institutions has raped us with since we fell out of moms. We make shit up to fit in, to be accepted, loved, cherished.... all while losing any sense of self and independent thought.
Elliot is not one of these people. The Romanian producers exist. Elliot exists and he aint know last man neither.
Here is chatting chew on his feature.
More STUFF here too.
Thank you and good day to you.