LET SLEEPING DEMONS LIE

Two weeks ago, I was doing ninety in the fast lane on the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles, when my car died on me. 

By some miracle, amidst heavy night-time traffic, I managed to get over to the shoulder without causing a pile-up.

Have I awakened things I don't even believe exist?

As of late, I have been taking meeting concerning THE BLACK ALBUM. Discussing new possibilities for a matter I thought was dead and buried. 

Is this re-ignition? Don't hit the switch.

A producer, director, and financier are interest in THE BLACK ALBUM... and my story about it.

Keep your fucking mouth shut!

The car event happened at a time when I was deep in the midst of pulling scenes from the movie.

The scariest movie you'll never see!

A casting director who is currently producing a slate of indie films, asked to see some of the movie. Once I started pulling scenes, it was like I was adicted. I couldn't stop until I pulled them all. FIFTY SCENES. Eighty-seven minutes worth of a movie.

You're playing with fire.

Everything that happened to me and the other people involved in the film is just coincidence, right? Right? An urban legend is just that, an urban legend. Right?

Let sleeping demons lie.

Awakening the curse.

Images courtesy of "The Black Album"