I'm on my way to Toronto to premiere my latest feature, "Bloodhead". Am I nervous? Of course, I'm nervous! It's hot, probably more from nerves and the fear of being roasted from a bunch of dorky critics who couldn't direct themselves out of a paper bag. I keep rinsing my doo-rag with cool, clear water and put it back on my head for extra comfort. I remember my seven year old son telling me, "All that matters if you like it." I remember Tom Waits' song, "...and when you get blue, and you lost all your dreams, all the matters is a campfire and a can full of beans." I feel much better. I'm less aware of my ears.