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We were pulling twenty+ hour days and there were plenty of tense moments. Admittedly, the thing was a temper fueled money eating gauntlet we only barely survived. That being said, we conquered this shit. We stole its women and burned its village. All its treasure is ours.

Here is the team. From the left: Writer/Producer, Andy Martinez. Director, Jonathan Pulley, Director of Photography, Jason Kelley.

Here is director, Jonathan Pulley, on set during a contemplative moment. This setup was the first of a number of epic rigs.

Jason has a gift. In terms of raw creativity, I’m not sure I know anybody who can match him.

Justin Harrington. The face of Junk Tank.

You don’t even need to meet this guy to know he is the shit. Actor/Father, John Pulley.

X-factor, JorDan Fuiller.

Actress, Dana Blackstone. She rocked our world.

Jonny and Jason have known each other sense grade school. They are totally Matt Damon to each other’s Ben Affleck.

And as a bonus…here is a creepy mask…

Thanks to everybody who sacrificed, pitched in, and made it happen. It isn’t done yet but a big part of it is behind us. The sheer number of you who helped put it all together floors me. I have a great friends and a wonderful family. I’m very lucky to have worked with you all.

Since quiting my job, I’ve been doing nothing but working on a short film that’s to be shot in February. I updated my Facebook status to reflect that:

Andy is not working for somebody else. Only himself.

Right on cue my Mom chimed in with a loving reality check.

Jeri sent you a message.

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Subject: Self Employed

Hi Andy:

Congratulations on being your own boss. When do you cut your paycheck and what are the revenue sources for your new enterprise?? (just kidding - hope you have lots of fun in the next few months and get all revitalized, etc.)

Love you,
Mom

It’s the word “revitalized” that cuts so deeply into my bones. During Christmas all my siblings were making fun of me because I was taking so much time off after only working a year. I guess hearing your snot nosed little brother complain about what a grind 9 to 5 is when you’ve been slave waging for decades just doesn’t create a lot of sympathy.