When You Can’t See the Forest for the Assholes or,why is it So Hard to See the Obvious?

    It should have ended right there with Rob Simpson, and once more we could have saved an entire year of misery.
Mayday...not a day of spring flowers.
    We are attempting to get a handle on where we are at in the funding process for GO WEST, YOU IDIOT! and THE DANGER CLUB. 
    Rob: Owen told me a couple of days ago that he sent you some paperwork to review for a possible collaborative funding with Rushlight.

The Hardest Job You'll Never be Paid For

January 4, 2008
Dear Go West Team;
    We had a surprising development this morning. I spoke by telephone to Ian Christensen, Vice President of Pure Touch Media, whom I met through Film Gravity. This is our second conversation -- the Pure Touch studio facility is in Phoenix, Ariz (you can see all this at their website) and Ian has relocated to Hollywood to start building a facility there. 

And Now For Something Completely...Similar

    On October 17th another broker came into our lives.  Rob Simpson was in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and had a company called Vision Angels.  He seemed more interested in us personally than Michael Currie, who was turning out to be somewhat of a curmudgeon and certainly not interested in anyone much who couldn’t move quickly and provide him with money immediately.
His first email message to me asked me to telephone him the following day.

And Now for Something Completely Expected

And Now For Something Completely Expected
    It was only natural that there would be some complete assholes.  In the film industry there were certainly a larger percentage than in most other professions; some people developed such a strong sense of self-worth it became immense arrogance, and there was certainly no way to avoid it.

Lost in Deception

Lost in Deception
    March continued, the days got longer.  The lies continued, the deceptions became stranger.  Larry was in Los Angeles at the funding conference, and there were some emails back and forth and far too many marathon telephone calls.  At the same time, Frank hit the ground running, as he always did, regarding GO WEST.  I wrote to him on the 12th.
    Dear Mr. Krejci,

Hell, Somewhere on Long Island

There was a lot of correspondence between myself, Scott Ferguson, Tom Deedy and the fraudulent ‘David Elliot’, who turned out to be another figment of Anthony Whelan’s imagination.  There was a Pyramid Corporation, but they stopped film funding years before; and there was a David Elliot who was a Hollywood producer.  But neither of them had anything to do with ShadowHawk.

There was also one exchange of letters between myself and Brian Eustace, before we closed this sad and frustrating chapter of our lives.

Dear Debora,

The Dying Throes of a bad collaboration

At this point Paul Nolan entered the communication debacle with another long diatribe against Tom Deedy and us in general.  Since he was only parroting what Cathal said I have left his communication out of the mix.  Monday, July 3, 2006 ended with much confusion and a lot of name-calling.  Frank tried to establish some communication that made sense.