by Jeff Fisher I arrived in Los Angeles the way most people do: broke, optimistic, and dangerously underinformed. I had two phone numbers in my wallet. One belonged to a game show publicist whose Dad played poker once a week with my Dad back in South Florida. The other was a young associate producer I'd met on a show I'd PA'd on— a warm, funny young woman that might best be described as a Long Island Princess with absolutely zero interest in sugarcoating anything. She picked

THERE IS NO SHORT FILM JAIL. BUT THERE IS A DRY CLEANER IN WEST HOLLYWOOD WHO ALMOST ENDED MY EARLY CAREER. by Jeff Fisher There are moments in life when you look around at the favors you’ve called in, the credit cards you’ve maxed out, the Steadicam operator who showed up on a handshake — and think: How exactly are we going to pull this thing off? This is the story of one of those moments. ANSWERING OTHER PEOPLE’S PHONES I had already made one short film — a 30-minute romant