I arrived in New Orleans coming off drugs after an overdose incident in Philadelphia. It was a time when I felt like I couldn't grow up. I was so broken, I looked up to my little brother! While he was doing better in Philly, I was lost in the French Quarter; drinking & writing. But then, not far from the French Market, as freight trains passed in the moonlight and hobos played music, I found myself in more than moments of clarity, but clairvoyance. Believing in such vision gave me the courage to roll coast to coast and create an independent movie like no other; ever! But "The Art of Train Hopping" only saved me from hard times. Not those those that came my brother's way when I was on the rails.
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