A film festival in Barcelona, Spain wants to fly me there so that I can give a lecture about Ed Wood and his importance. Their film festival is coinciding with the fiftieth anniversary of Ed Wood's Plan 9 from Outer Space and there's going to be a museum of Ed Wood memorabilia on display there and, hopefully, me as the keynote speaker.
Me? And Natasha? Traveling to SPAIN?
I don't travel. Period. The farthest I ever traveled is New York City and that was when I was a youngling. I don't travel. At all.
Me going to Spain?
I'm trying not to get my hopes up. So me and Spain? Right now that's just a silly pipe dream. See, for better or worse my mother and father taught me since I was a young kid to always expect the worse in everything that I did. I always expected failure. That way, when I had even the smallest of wins, it was a bigger win for me because I was prepared for hell. So I don't want to get my hopes up, like when that documentary company in Bulgaria said they were going to interview me and it went bust. I don't want to get burned again like that again and get all excited for nothing.
But in my mind I'm sitting outside at a cafe overlooking some river and some guitar is playing. And I'm wearing sunglasses and drinking. And my wife is there looking all sexy. And we're not talking. We're looking at each other and smiling.
That's my dream.