I did this Super-8 film at art school called ‘Tissues,’ this black comedy about a family whose father has been arrested for child molestation. I was absolutely thrilled by every inch of it, and would throw my projector in the back of my car and show it to anybody who would watch it.
I think, like everybody else in New Hampshire, when I pull up to fill up my car and I pay $50, I get upset. And I’m wondering if these prices are legitimate.
I remember that all of a sudden, the car felt like I couldn’t control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over, off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.