How old are you?

I was born on July 4th. Anthropologists are reviewing samples of my shredded knee and elbow flesh (discovered at various Kansas City skate spots including Barney Allis Plaza) to determine the year.

Did I really have a cocktail and fall off of a motorcycle onto my head at only three years old?

Yes, but not in that order. I also had pneumonia and had to live in a tent when I was two months old. And there was an impromptu prat fall out of an old school Monte Carlo. And a leisurely afternoon on a wild bucking stallion that nearly threw an eight year old me, during an off-trail ride (horse’s choice) in the Rocky Mountains. And more. Some call me unlucky. I prefer the term ‘randomly challenged.’

Needless to say, there’s a reason why there are stuntmen in my family.

Who would you compare yourself to?

Noone I can think of. I’ve been compared to a young Errol Morris. I love Ondi Timoner, she’s probably my favorite living documentarian. In the looks department, I’ve been compared to a young Bud Cort (HAROLD AND MAUDE) and Ewan McGregor. There have also been several comparisons to Jason Bateman, Tobey Maguire, David Duchovny and Elijah Wood. I would prefer comparisons to folks like Abbie Hoffman, but let’s face it, we look nothing alike!

What’s Next?

The non-profit world is constantly calling my name. There are bigger plans of course, but if we told you all of our plans that would be boring wouldn’t it. Manifesto will continue to shoot until I reach age 60 and am cryogenically frozen in an Arctic Glacier (assuming there are arctic glaciers that far in the future).