By the time I'd graduated from school, I'd gotten a decent working knowledge of what you could do with the Mac. I had written a few little things for it, and somehow word got out that I was doing quirky nonintuitive things with the computer that filled certain gaps. I had gotten a phone call to write a piece of animation software. Instead of being paid, I asked to keep the equipment that had to be purchased to do it, always with a mind of trying to make this short film of mine. I was really on life support. I had just enough money to survive. That also contributed to me dropping out of society. I just dedicated every waking hour I had to working on that short.
