I write fresh and unique screenplays because of my past. When I was nineteen, this bold, brilliant, beautiful witch spread her Tarot cards across my bed. I flipped up “The Fool.” I blushed. She laughed, and promised that I’d be safer than all those kids dancing along the abyss. Since then, I’ve slid off a lot and tumbled a while and caught a scraggly weed to stare into the terrifying darkness. But I did crawl up from rock and roll as the roadie. At least now I skip a good foot away from the danger. And haul my bag of stories to reveal the extreme edge. Defies logic, that I know.