Werner! Herzog!

In 1982, I killed someone and Werner Herzog had a steamship dragged across and over a mountain for a film he was directing. The ship weighed 300 tons, or something like that, heavy. Why am I writing about Werner Herzog? I'm not sure. Why not? He ate a shoe because he keeps his word:



He ate his shoe in 1980. In 1980, I was getting high with Tony. I don't remember 1980. Except, there was Tony, and getting high. I was not eating a shoe. I did not own a gun.

In 2006, Werner Herzog was shot during an interview.

He did not stop the interview. I was in prison and there is not much to this story, except in 2006, Homes asked me if I'd heard of Werner Herzog. I said, "No."
"He's a ridiculous man," Homes said.

Now it's 2011 and Werner Herzog has a new film in 3-D, about something very old, ancient. I have a new life. Werner Herzog says there is nothing glorious about filmmaking. It is an endless sequence of banalitites, and sometimes, I feel that way about life. Then, Werner Herzog says:

However, there's very rare moments where I get the feeling sometimes I'm like the little girl in the fairy tale who steps out into the night, in the stars, and she holds her apron open, and the stars are raining into her apron. Those moments I have seen and I have had. But they are very rare.