THE DIRECTOR WOULD LIKE TO THANK…


GOD:
FOR THE GIFTS AND THE GUIDANCE (and because Bill Mahr told me not to).

MAMMA AND DADDY
FOR THE UNENDING LOVE AND SUPPORT.

KATIE:
YOU GAVE ME SOMETHING TO SAY AND THE MEANS WITH WHICH TO SAY IT, FOR THIS AND FOR MANY, MANY THINGS I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

TRAVIS:
MY AFFLECK. MY BRUCE CAMPBELL. FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME DAILY.

GRANT:
I’M NOT SURE IT SHOULD BE LEGAL TO BE AS TALENTED AS YOU ARE, BUT I DEFINITELY APPRECIATE IT.

ED:
FOR PICTURES SO PRETTY IT ALMOST LOOKED LIKE I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING…ALMOST.

EVAN:
FOR TAKING MY WORDS, ED’S PICTURES, IAN AND GRANTS SOUNDS AND TURNING THEM INTO A MOVIE.

IAN:
FOR HOLDING A WICKED HEAVY MIC ALL DAY EVERY DAY.

CRAIG:
MY PARTNER IN CRIME, MY RIGHT HAND, A MAN WHOS LOYALTY AND GENEROSITY ARE UNPARALLELED. WE’RE IN THIS TILL THE END C.


DR. ALAN HANTZ AND DR. DON DEFFENBACH:
FOR TEACHING ME WHAT LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT THESE MOVIN’ PICTURES.

PANAMA:
FOR THE PICTURES INSIDE THE PICTURE.

BRU:
MY LITTLE MEXICAN BATMAN. FOR THINGS YOU’LL PROBABLY NEVER REALIZE, AND I WILL PROBABLY NEVER FORGET.

SHELLY:
FOR LISTENING TO ME.

RAE:
FOR BEING RAE…THAT’S A GOOD THING.

MATTY
FOR LETTING ME RUN UP IN YOUR CRIB AND PUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN OUTSIDE…MANY, MANY TIMES.

RYAN:
FOR SHAVING YOUR HEAD…OH WAIT. FOR THE BROHAMITY.

ERIN:
FOR BEING THE BESTEST BIG SISTER EVER. AM I BETTER OFF?

EDEN:
HI SUNSHINE. FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE.

JOEY
I’M SORRY I CUT YOU OUT OF THE MOVIE, BUT I LOVE YOU, MAN.

DAVID BRIGHT:
FOR KICKING MY ASS.

OLIVIA
FOR TAKING CARE OF ME UNSWERVINGLY.

THE CAST AND CREW:
FOR GIVING EVERYTHING WHILE BEING PAID NOTHING.

NIKKI:
LETS BE FRANK, YOU’RE A GODDESS.

CHRISTOPHER
THE FIRST AND LAST STOP FOR ALL MY WORDS…AND A DARN FUNNY FED EX GUY TO BOOT.

CLEVE:
FOR COMING UP ON A DAYS NOTICE AND KICKING SOME ASS, C-DOGG STYLE.

ADAM HOYLE:
FOR BEING A BETTER FRIEND THAN I EVER DESERVED. REST IN PEACE, BROTHER, YOUR FLICK IS COMING SOON.

GRANDDADDY:
INDEED, YOU LED BY EXAMPLE.

MY OTHER GRANDPARENTS:
I’M SORRY I WASN’T ABLE TO KNOW YOU BETTER

UNCLE DEWY:
I DIDN’T KNOW YOU AS WELL AS I WOULD HAVE LIKED, EITHER, STILL, I RELATED.

OFF CENTRE
FOR THE SONGS AND THE LAUGHS.

JOSH JOPLIN
FOR BEING MORE KIND THAN ANYONE EVER NEED BE, AND BECAUSE LONG BEFORE IT WAS IN THE MOVIE IT WAS “OUR SONG.”

KEVIN SMITH:
FOR MAKING ME BELIEVE I CAN DO THIS, AND FOR DOING IT BETTER THAN JUST ABOUT ANYONE ELSE.

ADAM DURITZ:
FOR BEING JUST ABOUT THE GREATEST POET TO EVER WALK THE EARTH.

AARON SORKIN
WOW, MAN. JUST, WOW.

DAVID LETTERMAN:
MY UNWITTING MENTOR. I DO NOT POSSESS YOUR CHARM, SKILL OR WIT, BUT MUCH OF WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH COMES FROM YEARS OF WEEKNIGHTS WITH YOU.

EVERYONE WHO GAVE ME AND MY MOVIN’ PICTURE A CHANCE.
I APPRECIATE IT MORE THAN YOU KNOW.

AND EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER PICKED UP A CAMERA AND SAID “I’M GONNA MAKE A FUCKING MOVIE.” AND TO EVERYONE WHO WILL, THANK YOU.


Other thanks and inspirations.
Aspirin, I couldn’t have done it without you. Mary Anne Bennick. Mea Turner. Rachel Strickland. Christy Acee. Brandon Lowery. Koli. Krissy Bonar. Edward Burns, for reminding me it can be done. Chuck Palahniuk, for making me feel like a fraud. Richard Linklater. Quinten Tarantino. Sam Mendez. Robert Rodriguez. Alan Ball. Dante, for reminding me that all fear must be left behind. David Fincher, for giving me something to shoot for. Darren Arronofski. Steven Sodoburg. Butch Walker. Wild Cherry Pepsi, the best damn libation on the planet. Duct tape, the best damn adhesive clothe on the planet. Sex, the best damn distraction on the planet. Nintendo, the best damn distraction on the planet next to sex. Whoever made Cowboy Bebop. Kurt Cobain. Laura Taylor. Peter Pan Peanut Butter. Skyy Vodka, a close second to WCP. Camel Cigarettes. Marlboro cigarettes. David Mack,. Brian K. Vaughan, Brian Bendis. Warren Ellis, Transmetrapolitan may be the finest literature of all time. Frank Miller. Ben Affleck. Jason Lee. Rory Cocharin. Sam Raimi, the Evil Dead series is beyond brilliant. Bruce Campbell, an A actor in B flicks. Marvel Comics. DC Comics. My computer, you kick ass. My printer, more ass is kicked by you. Minivoid, RIP. Cain, just because. UNCA. The colour black. Benji Searcy, lets have ice cream some time…I’m buying. Mark next door, for not sucking like our other neighbors. Becki Guy. Kris the bartender, for reminding me there is life after a breakup. Kristin, for asking what I was drinking. Justin Whitlow. Wolverine. Daredevil. Batman. Deadpool. Floss. Coco Krispies. Optimus Prime. Flint. Storm Shadow. Snake Eyes. Zippo Lighters, for lighting so many of my camels. Bruce Lee, for being more than human. Ninjutsu, for the confidence. Green Tea. Conan O’Brien, for stepping into the biggest shoes on the planet and doing a damn fine job of it. Hayesville, for all your issues, your all right. Asheville, for all the cats mentioned above. Jerry Sienfeld. Jon Stewart. Norm Macdonald. Dave Chapel. Chris Rock. Cartoons. Words and the English Language. The Bible. Anyone still reading this, for still reading this. Sarcasm, where would I be without you? DVD, a format among formats. VHS, for coming before. Digital technology, for looking darn good at a reasonable price. Water, for making up 75% of my body. Vulgarity, for making up 75% of my vocabulary. Fruits and Vegetables. North Carolina, by far the superior Carolina. Sports Center. Kevin Spacey. Microsoft Word. All my friends and family, once again, for always being there. I love you all. Craig Kilborne. Socks. Cameron Crow, for proving you don’t have to make sense to make a good movie. College Street Pub. The ATL.


Making this film was one of the most difficult things I have ever done, on any number of levels. I want to extend my most heartfelt thanks and appreciation to all the talented people who made what seemed impossible, possible.