Comfort Films 93: The Raid: Redemption (2011)

Born on Long Island the progeny of a badger and a gentle breeze, I was always destined for greatness. My life absolutely defies explanation. There have been arrests, kidnappings, international money laundering, car crashes, coyotes, haunted sound stages, sociopathic employers, fighting (both in and out of the ring), Samuel L Jackson, Barack Obama, Hercules, 50 Cent, Star Wars and Avengers, stitches, couches, stairwells, tours, evil landlords, 120 hour work weeks, 40 hour work days, 36 roommates, spectacularly failed relationships, and a decade of partying, debauchery, hedonism and anarchy. In that time, I have worked professionally as a freelance artist, tattooer, blacksmith and production designer. I also have done every job under the sun in the name of survival. Throughout all of this madness, art has been the one constant and my reason for existing. I am half insane and I no longer relate to the world around me; I have gone though all the hell there is in pursuit of this passion, this love. My only hope is that one day it loves me back as fervently as I love it. I want to do things that are different. I don’t know if I am succeeding, but I am trying. But regardless if I make a huge splash or die cold and alone, none of y’all can fuck with this.