I was traveling the country by train with my freshly completed screenplay "Baptism By Fire." My mission was to sell my script and... and... well... that was my problem. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I mean... not a clue.

And so it was... on my way back to the beginning of this mad adventure that I met Curly in the 24 hour McDonald's at the New Orleans Amtrak station.

Curly was the most decent, and likely the most dissheveled man I'd ever met who didn't live out fo a box.