I was told I’d have 15 minutes with him. I figured I’d be able to finagle a little more time, seeing as we were shooting at his home, it was summertime, and it was P-town. He came out on the deck, sat down, and kept constant watch over the minutes. I made idle conversation that neither amused nor entertained him. He swore at me once, and ended our historic meeting by simply announcing,“…you’re done.” -DS