You may know who I am or not, it really doesn't matter... if you don't, I guess you don't have a major credit card to get a video rental. I've ridden the high country, witnessed a shooting, and can't pass up a good cockfight when I find one.
I was raised up on the whisky rivers of the Bluegrass State and went from one end of this country, bounced off like a rubber ball and rolled back to the other side. Live in L.A., but my heart is in Montana, where the mountains absorb confused, contemplative stares... Don't doubt for a minute though, that my boots have had more dust on them than that pack of Trojans in your glovebox.
Via con dios to all those who know, who have ridden rough-shod with a wild bunch or two to their journey's end...sometimes with bullets, sometimes with laughter... but always with the name of the guy who brought you coffee in the credits. Made quite a few films to be proud of, some I'd rather not think about, but always gave it my all - even if I was mired in celluloid hogwash.
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