Scathing Letters

To: Robert | From: Don wrote:

> 1- I am not your boy, you are my bitch.

> 2- I love that you say we were off playing producer. I found a book. I

> optioned it with my own money. I got an a list writer to write a draft on


> I hooked up the director. I got a lead to commit to the film. Chris and

> Fernando lined up the money. You pushed around paper. For that you want


> word producer next to your name? YOU ARE A HIRED GLORIFIED ACCOUNTANT WHO



> 3- No, sex is out apparently for you with men and women. Clean your fist.

> 4- Gots ta tell you buster brown, you have no co-producer agreement signed

by me

> and I have to approve it as a one-third partner.

> 5- Your fax is unintelligble- I just went over it with my friend at Sony

> Physical Production – he thinks maybe we should check because the double


> implies that maybe some GAMES have been played by you with the money.

> 6- I promise you – with my profile in town, with who I am and what I do, I


> GET AND TAKE the opportunity to watch the seagulls chew on your dead eyes

in the

> sand.


> Do your job, shut up, and go….. but until then realize you are nothing


> everyone who has worked with you.