special thanks to…
the jim sam publishing, inc. team, for reading a story written by a mean-looking girl from the bronx and seeing exactly what she'd hoped. thank you for walking me through every step to see this dream to fruition.
thank you...
to ricky- for standing outside on Broadway in ten degrees wearing only a uniform shirt and posing in front of a flag while i lay on the concrete and took the perfect picture;
to dolly- for telling me i'd be an "idiot" if i didn't take a leap;
to rick & jolinda- for loaning a home where there was none and funds where there were few;
to greg- for being the only person that understands the line: "if i made a movie, i would…"
to yani- for reading the stories, hopping aboard and giving me 100% realness;
to my churl- for the laughs, the tales, the stories and the ideas; for being the only one out there with the same ridiculous sense of humor and for providing the punch lines you usually don't even realize you contribute; and did i mention the laughs? thanks for being the only other person who freely admits to hating everyone; thank you for the tea, the phone calls that lasted hours; and oh yeah, the laughter, too…;
to jessica- my publicist and manager; my make-up artist, hairdresser and photographer; my business partner; my quarterback, my captain and my sometimes and (much-needed) kick in the ass: thank you for the photoshoots, the guidance and the necessary pushes; thank you for the work days that turned into red table talks and the conversations that turned into therapy sessions; for your unbelievable ambition- it is inspiring, especially when there is no inspiration; for the jokes, the chisme, the laughter; but most of all, thank you for getting it.
to the hundred grand man
thank you for not laughing.
ever.
not once.
not even when it seemed crazy, wild and a little bit unbelievable.
and last but never least...
to the two weirdos that live in my house but don’t pay rent:
thank you for the laughs, the hugs, the kisses and the tickles; for loving me to death, even those times i didn't believe i really deserved it; for the non-sensical jokes you tell and the way you crack up at the same dumb things i do; for the sweetness, the genuine innocence and the absolute and pure love you radiate when you think nobody is watching. for being so zombie/climate apocalypse ready that you'll run your own ricktatorship; for the sarcasm, the dry humor and the brutal truth you dish out; for the way you tell a story and find a way to make me laugh until i cry; for the unrelenting dedication to all things marvel and star wars; for the way you are unequivocally, unapologetically yourselves no matter what; for your impossible love of 80’s rock and 90’s hip-hop; for the way you have brightened a sometimes dreary world just by being in it; for the chance and honor to be on this crazy roller-coaster ride called your lives; for being exponentially and inexplicably grander and better than any character i've written; for this and so much more: i am forever grateful.
and to anyone who has then or now supported
project: femme, redeem me, the lost highway,
broken, this is everything, the blue brotherhood
or any other literary, musical or filmmaking venture to come:
