You don't have to tell anybody a damn thing you don't want to.
— Mink Stole
The first things I did when I got out of school in '65 was to buy a pair of Levis and pierce my ears.
It was there that, through a mutual friend, I met John Waters - proving what I've always said: you meet the best people on field trips.
But some things are the same. My mother still owns the house I grew up in, on what would now be called a cul de sac, but which the sign on the corner called a dead end street.
We've had the same set designer and the same crew in many cases since 1972.
Restless, and in desperate need of adventure, I quit my job at an insurance company to travel west with a couple of guys I smoked pot with, scandalizing my family.
I met John when I was 18 and I was in my first John Waters film when I was 19.
The point is, when you have a chance to have a big adventure, especially if, like in your case, it doesn't hurt anyone, it's just plain foolish not to take it.
John is a cottage industry in Baltimore and the city opens its doors for him whenever he is making a new film.
Even then, our family was extraordinary, with ten kids.
