For the first time in over five years, I am currently staring at a big fat balance of ZERO.ZERO-ZERO on all three of my credit cards. While I knew this moment was going to happen this month, having just hit the "send" button on the final payment, it has now become an actual-factual-concrete-cement-physical reality. The noises outside my window—cicadas, distant sirens, leaves rustling in the breeze—all sound a touch lighter all of a sudden. I made a commitment to myself at the beginning of 2008 that I was going to return to my old responsible behavior, which was mangled into disregard when I made Cocaine Angel and Silver Jew. Independent filmmaking—if you aren't inherently wealthy, that is—breeds forced fiscal irresponsibility. It's funny, though. Part of me feels like now that I'm back at ground zero, I'm ready to take the feature plunge once again. But that isn't going to happen until next summer at the earliest, which is just fine by me. Peace out, debt!