I was born down in a dead man’s town, the first kick I took was when I hit the ground. I was ten years burning down the road, nowhere to run and nowhere to go. I was picking up my money and heading back into town, when I met Gwen on the strip 30 years ago. It was on a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert. She was in a Camaro with this dude from LA – I blew that Camaro right off my back and drove away with her.
I told her, “You can’t start a fire without a spark; this gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark.” We took the highway until the road went black; we marked Truth or Consequences on our map. Gwen tied her hair back in a long, white bow and met me in the fields behind the dynamo. She told me about her plan to start this company, and I told her that was now my concern as well.
Now there aren’t that many wrinkles around my baby’s eyes and most of her pretty dreams have come true. I’ve done my best to live the right way, I get up every morning and go to work each day on my laptop. We’ve had to prove it every day and sometimes prove it all night. Now I know what it means to edit, to animate, to design, to try – what it’s like to live and die.