A few months ago I was eavesdropping on my own internal dialogue and I overheard "I should make another movie." My response was: "I don't have time." What. The. Hell. I don't have children, I work part time and I'm supposed to be an artist. So I had to admit to myself that I couldn't do the things that supposedly define me because I was always either drunk or hungover. This small but clearly articulated realization was the beginning of the end.