Skulking around the Empire State Building

Midtown, New York
My friend just hooked me up with a gorgeous telephone mic. We had a meeting outside the Empire State Building to make the trade. It works like a dream. She bought me a beer and we sat in the Midtown Heartland Brewery and talked about our exploits, adventures and new attitudes. I'm here to look for and to spread good will. I will navigate the sea of guppies, sharks and otters that is the film world and I will do my best not to drown. I will try and be a nice person while not getting completely manipulated.

I got a phone call from a friend of mine at the tail end of my beer who is in court learning about the fate of her attackers. They are pleading guilty and going to prison. They have asked her opinion on the sentencing. She is conflicted. She called me. I'm amazed and happy they are pleading and not dragging her through trial. They may sit in jail for a long time. She asked me how I can support their prison time when I'm not pushing my attacker to trial? Although our cases are very different, and the question was coming from a place of aggression and panic, it is a good question.

My friend in midtown had a small microphone so we recorded the after effects of that call. I was hurt and angry, but also pretty grounded. This is going to come up, and I must be responsible. And I must do what I need to do. My friend in court apologized and asked that I not judge her for 1) being happy that her rapist and his accomplice will go to prison and 2) for lashing out at me. I don't judge her, and asked that she do the same.

I need to be very clear about what I'm doing and what I'm not doing and why -- especially if I'm making a big, fat, loud film about it. Hence the telephone mic., and my pending call with an attorney in Reno. Everyone should have an attorney in Reno, right?