It appears more than one “Donna” took over my contacts decades ago. I’ve actually been so dead, I was not breathing and had no heartbeat–legally dead. Not only has my drivers license been stolen, so were my movie studio credentials. The “short Donald Trump of L.A.” may be able to elaborate further what was going on in the late 1980s into the early 1990s.
The reality is I could not be big enough long term and when it was needed. Bigger men and women from more than one country stepped in and got to shepherd ideas I was incapable of doing myself. What was not expected in the 1970s… or so I thought… was that I’d never be “hired back into the fold” and join up with others later to work on things I may have helped spark with the 1970s previs team.
Now I’m just someone who worked on previs in the 1970s and got to visit since then in sketchy ways, not on my feet politely much of the time. My presence must have been too controversial. I do not know all the gang, gangster, mafia conflicts. I was not aware! Still am not fully aware. I am trying to stay away now for good. I don’t think I’m needed now anyway. Some held me to Ready Player One for certain, at least as an identity holder for others to be in person. Okay? Reality. Gotta get a good handle on it.