Money and Creativity are terrible lovers but also best friends. They need each other but they cannot live together.
When money seduces creativity and takes her to bed, the soul of creativity is often damaged and hurt beyond recognition.
I write this because I felt the cruel hand of money as a bad lover and not a friend. The truth is I may have flirted with money but I never allowed myself to be seduced: I wasn’t wooed, I was raped.
And this is why our screenplay, the wildly creative and outrageous “The Emancipation Of Putz” has to this day never been made into a movie.
The men with the money promised to love her forever, but they were filled with greed, they loved no other except their own.
P:S: This is the sixth in a series of blogs chronicling my adventures in Los Angeles over the last 3 years. See “How the F@*k Did I Get Here” to begin the adventure.