There's something I haven't told you before.

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Camille, season five, Dr. Dante.

A production of campsite media.

Dr. Dante.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, happy 2000.

When the clock struck midnight on Y2K,

Ronald Dante was in a prison cell.

After decades of hopscotching from scam to scam,

and reinventing himself a truly exhausting amount of times,

here he was, a bonafide old man,

or old dude, as he preferred to be called,

stuck on the inside with nothing to keep him warm,

but memories of the neon glow of his show business heyday.

This prison term had all the makings of an ending for our anti-hero.

And it's quite possible that prison would have been Dante's final act.

Had he languished in his cell or disappeared into obscurity upon release,

his bizarrely complex legacy left behind in the 20th century,

it probably would have been the end if it wasn't for a documentary filmmaker in Texas,

named Bradley Beasley.

So as living in Austin, I just finished a series called Roar Girls

and was about to start a documentary for HBO,

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