I Didn't Like Army Life. I Didn't

I Was A Good Student In The Subjects That I Wanted To Be Good In. The Curriculum In My Section Was Excellent.

An Artist Has To Be Humble, An Editor Must Be Officious, And A Publisher Must Be Somewhere Out In The Galaxy Enjoying Godhood. It Was A Caste System, Pure And Simple. And It Was Accepted That Way. Nobody Thought Of Contracts, Nobody Thought Of Insisting On Better Deals.

I Wasn't The Kind Of Student That Pratt Was Looking For. They Wanted Patient People Who Would Work On Something Forever. I Didn't Want To Work On Any Project Forever. I Intended To Get Things Done.

I Didn't Have An Affinity For Horror. But I Knew That Commercially It Was Viable.

I Was An Artist, But Not A Self-proclaimed Great Artist, Just A Common Man Who Was Working In A Form Of Art Which Is Universal.