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I've always wanted to go to film school just so I could drop out. I'd do it for the sake of performance art. You know, register for school, spend tons of money, maybe even rent some equipment, and then just fucking quit. All for the sake of art. No reason besides art. I mean, anyone here ever been to a film school? I remember my friend (who dropped out) telling me about a kid he beat the crap out of... this kid brought in footage of his penis covered in a tea cozy while a clown covered in pancake-batter pointed (while laughing maniacally) at a photo of a stewardess with Down's Syndome and told the class it represented the duality of man's fear of death vs his fear of truly...I mean TRULY being....alive?
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