I'm 37 years old, living in tropical Pawtucket Rhode Island, and make my living in the video business. I do post-production for television commercials, PSA's, and corporate videos in Providence. Mostly I run Final Cut Pro, After Effects, and Combustion. I also do post-production, and soon production, for an adult video company called Boston Alternative Media. Porn is the coolest job in the world. Not because of the content, but because we in the adult industry are the last real outlaws in America. I like the fact that what I do offends some people. I've always been a contrarian and I love being able to stick a middle finger in the face of social pretense, hypocrisy, and false moral indignation. I also work as a doorman at Club Incognito in New Bedford MA on the weekends.I'm driven more by possibilities than what is. Is this being obsessive or is it being driven? Would Ceasar have been Ceasar if he weren't driven? Chasing my desires has been the source of my greatest failures and accomplishments. I'd rather fall flat on my fucking face (and I have) striving for greatness than live my life floating in lukewarm water. The things you tried and failed won't bother you when you die, what will bother you are the things you failed to try. I think Teddy Roosevelt put it best:
"Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorius triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat." Whenever I'm down and think, "Maybe I'd be happier if I would just go along and be like everyone else," I turn to Robert Frost for inspiration---
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the differenceFree MySpace Layouts
