Bringing me into an office to face a daily inquisition; signing papers for petty expenses with no clue where those thousands of dollars were going; wanting me to fire people they had issue with, and I had none; reading the first Press Release to find my name, the director/writer, had been misspelled (Perditto), omitting my brother Chris (Producer/Lead actor) and my father (Exec Producer); hearing through the grapevine for plans of a hip-hop soundtrack but never once being consulted or even asked for my opinion on music. This is how you go from “I’m here to help you, Paul. Anything you need, Paul!” to “You should be on your knees thanking me! I’m saving this movie!” Good Reader, for pity’s sake, be careful who you get into bed with!