I woke up on June 1st in a Motel 6 somewhere north of Seattle. I lay awake for a while, listening to cars and trucks pass on the interstate outside, and I couldn't chase the thought from my head that it was time to retire.
I've always been fascinated with the movie business. As a kid growing up in a blue-collar town in Ontario, Hollywood seemed so glamorous and full of possibility as to be otherworldly, unobtainable for normal people like me and my friends.
I had a therapist who was really big on acceptance. We didn't work out.
He was a really nice guy who clearly cared deeply about me--and, I presume, the rest of his patients. And I learned a lot from him. But I think we had fundamental philosophical differences in the en...