The majority of my time is spent as a writer/co-executive producer on the Fox TV show “Prison Break.” I also created and serve as an executive producer on “Beauty & The Geek,” a reality show on The CW Network that is clearly based on my relationship with my wife. I write feature films as well and have two movies being released this year—I was a credited writer on The Punisher: War Zone and also wrote and produced The Longshots, starring Ice Cube. My first novel was also published this year – it’s called Slip & Fall. I’m proud to say it’s a national best seller and has been said by some to give the first real insight of what it is like to be a day-in/day-out courtroom litigator. In other words, it shows how shitty it really is.
I have a pretty strict routine. I basically get up at 5 am every morning, run 6 miles, then after a shower I get a therapeutic massage from Trista, an amazing sports medicine professional I met at a bar in Malibu. Then after an hour of cleansing transcendental meditation, I sit at my desk and talk to the blank page in front of me. No, I don’t write anything. I just talk to a stack of blank pages on my desk: “How are you today, pages?” “What kind of story would you like to become?” “Thank you for being part of my muse today.” I honestly believe harmony and balance is necessary between all things, living and non-living, to truly create art.
Okay, now do you seriously want to know what I REALLY do every day? I’m usually awakened at 6am when my four year old daughter, Sophie, decides a nice way to start my day would be a hard-plastic Ariel the Mermaid doll smashed into my face repeatedly until I open my eyes. After shoehorning myself into one of the two pairs of jeans that actually still fit me, I grab breakfast, which is normally no more than a handful of whatever Sophie has left on her plate. Usually I am scooping Sesame Street Organic Oatmeal into my palm and shoving it into my food-hole as I thrust my cheek at my wife for a goodbye kiss while stumbling over the assortment of Disney Princess crap my kid has left in front of the door. But, hey, at least the oatmeal is organic.
Now is the fun part of my day . . . I get to experience the pleasures of the Los Angeles freeway system. Eventually I get to the 20th Century Fox Studio Lot and can roll up my sleeves and get to work. This begins with 3 bowls of Lucky Charms and a Pop Tart, because you need your Potassium. The writers then all gather in the writers’ room to start making Hollywood magic! After a 2-hour debate over whether a walrus could kill a bear (please note that there is neither a walrus nor a bear in the show) we break for lunch. After a perfect 40-30-30 lunch (40% carbs, 30% fat, 30% sugar) we go back into the writers’ room and spend the afternoon debating which of our assistants is the fastest. We eventually realize that we should not waste valuable work time, as the answer could not be ascertained through mere debate. So, after the 2008 Assistant Olympics are over it is almost 3:30 or as we like to say in the Hollywood game, Quittin’Time! We all jump back into our Hummer Hybrids and crank liberal talk radio as we peel out of the parking lot.
Okay, I’ll try it again. This time VERY seriously. We have a writers’ room. We have 8 writers. We break stories together as a team. We take it very seriously, and we hold each other and ourselves to high standards. In the room, there is no hierarchy except that when we are tied on an issue the Showrunnner breaks the tie. Four of the writers are also producers on the show. I, as I stated earlier, am a co-executive producer. Basically we are involved in all aspects of the show from writing to casting to music spotting (that means working with those who create the musical score of the episodes) and lots and lots of editing. It is very long hours and sometimes hard and sometimes frustrating but ALWAYS rewarding.
I get to work with the best and most talented people in the business, and I love every minute of it. Truth be told, my commute could be twice as long, and I’d still be happy to do it.
I started out at Notre Dame Law School and quickly realized that I didn’t fit in because, at least at that school, I was one of the most liberal students there. After making Law Review at Notre Dame, I transferred back to my home town of New York and spent my last two years at Columbia University where I quickly realized that I didn’t fit in because I was, at least at that school, one of the most conservative students there.
Sullivan & Cromwell. Talisman, Rudin & DeLorenz.
Corporate Litigation. Personal Injury.
Sadly, this is a true story; this is not a joke. I was in New York and covering about 5 different hearings and/or motions in 3 different courthouses all over lower Manhattan – and they were all at 9:30. I was running up and down Centre Street, across Broadway and every time I raced into a courtroom I learned that I had just missed my case being called and was being bumped back down to “second call”.
This was during one of those horse-shit periods when New York was promising to “clean up the backlog in the court system” so if you missed second call your case would be marked off the calendar and then you’d have to go back to your firm and take shit from the dumbass partner that assigned you five hearings at the same time in the first place.
At one point I was hurrying across the street and I saw a blind woman at the corner. She was alone and was politely asking the crowd of hurried New Yorkers near her if somebody could please help guide her across the street. Everyone ignored her, including me. I blew past her like she was standing still because, well, she was standing still.
I was half-way across the street when I realized how much I hated myself, what I had become, what a giant pussy I was—I mean, I was literally running around every day, doing motions and hearings and depositions, continuing to spend the one and only life I will ever have doing something I loathed because I was scared to be unemployed.
In that instant, in the middle of the crosswalk, I thought about my mother—the most generous, caring, selfless woman in the world. I thought about what she would think of her son, if she could see him at that very moment, abandoning a blind woman at a corner. Fuck it, I thought. I don’t care if I’m late, I don’t care if the case gets marked off the calendar, I don’t care if I get fired. I’m helping that woman across the fuckin’ street.
I went back, took the woman by the arm and walked with her. When she thanked me I felt sick. If she only knew how close I came to leaving her ass behind. A few days later I started writing my first screenplay, praying to God that it would lead me out of practicing law forever.
Gee, you mean worse than abandoning a blind woman at a street corner? Well, after my second day of work at Sullivan & Cromwell I got home a little after midnight and cried like a sissy to my then girlfriend (now wife) about how I had just spent 3 years of my life (and gone six figures into debt) to get a degree to do something I absolutely hated. Yeah, that kinda was a low point.
I will NEVER, EVER wear a suit again. The way I dress to go to work, I honestly look like a homeless man. The more successful you are in Hollywood, the worse you can dress. If I ever win an Emmy, I might go to work naked.
Do it! Do it! Do it! If you don’t have a family there is no excuse not to do it. If you have a family, start planning an exit strategy. Talk to everyone you know. Try to find another way to use your talents. Know there are options. But, whatever you do, just get the hell out! And, of course, buy my book, Slip & Fall. It was written by a guy who was in the mindset of a lawyer at his all-time low. You’ll see that there are others out there just like you.