‘Anyway, someone offers me some stuff, some young white director dude. I say something like, “Nah, not really about it,” and then they say something very, very fucking racist about what he “knows” I get up to. Said I can be “myself”, that I don’t need to pretend around him. Then . . . well, I kinda lose it. Get up in his face. It’s like . . . it’s like I’ve been dying for a reason to lose my shit and then this Quentin Tarantino-wanna-be motherfucker has given me the reason.’
