My birthday came and went, and with my thirst for success at an all-time high, I knew I needed a change. I couldn’t continue down the path I was on, allowing depression to consume my life and my dreams. I decided to resurrect Sunday Night Screenings, my short film festival that had once been a source of joy and inspiration for me. It was time to take back control of my life and focus on my artistic pursuits. With a newfound sense of purpose, I began to scout for the perfect location for the event. I stumbled upon Lantern Hall, a hip bar in Bushwick that I had started to frequent. The large wooden space, complete with a captivating big screen visible through the glass doors outside, was the ideal spot to screen films and gather people who shared my passion for cinema. I reached out to Storm and asked if he could help me spread the word about the return of Sunday Night Screenings by having an advertisement read live on the air at Weekend Work. Storm agreed, and I was grateful for his support. I wasted no time in putting together a new website and marketing materials for Sunday Night Screenings. I reached out to every bar, barbershop, and smoke shop I could find, seeking sponsors to support the returning event. I was determined to make this comeback feel larger than life, a testament to my renewed ambition. When the day came for Coach PR to read my advertisement live on Shade 45 radio, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement. As his voice echoed through the airwaves, I knew I was taking a crucial step toward turning my life around. The days leading up to the event were a blur of preparation, networking, and tireless promotion. I could feel the buzz growing as word spread about the return of Sunday Night Screenings. Friends, family, and fans reached out to express their excitement and support, and for the first time in a long time, I felt alive.
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