With all due respect, he already said this in a Jenkem interview:
I’m still skating a lot and I’m far from done. A few new sponsors and a crew that’s down to skate and film with is all it would take to step right back into the productive skate life roll again. I’m still optimistic about the future and am always looking forward to the next session. The current project is filming for the Bones Wheels video when I’m not working with the Built To Shred guys. With any luck I’ll be able to put together a part for the video and get the ball rolling toward a full blown comeback.
(Source:
http://www.jenkemmag.com/home/2011/12/28/the-stuff-you-want-to-know-about-jeremy-wray/)
He also said this in his Chrome Ball interview in March of this year:
Do you feel that you have another banger part in you?
Yes, given the opportunity. Definitely. I’m in prime fighting shape right now and ready for the next challenge. While some people might cringe at the thought of having to film another part, I’ve actually always enjoyed the process. Once you start getting out there and bulding up some good footage, there’s really no better feeling than seeing it all come together in the end. There's a real feeling of accomplishment with every new part.
(Source:
http://chromeballincident.blogspot.com/2018/03/chrome-ball-interview-115-jeremy-wray.html?m=1)
That Jenkem interview came out in December of 2011, roughly seven years ago. SEVEN. A solid year before Pretty Sweet came out. Grant Taylor had just won SOTY. Dill and Ave still rode for Alien Workshop. Speaking of which, that year brought us Transworld’s ‘The Cinematographer Project’, where Jake Johnson and Gilbeet Crockett went pro, and the world realized Dyrdek and Berra weren’t on AWS. Just to show you how fucking long he’s been saying this, and how much time he’s had to film a part. Or just a few tricks. Or a single trick.
Get off your fucking ass, tag along on some sessions, call up some filmers. For fucks sake, you live in Southern California. I know of four other filmers within a half hour drive of me (five if you count me). That number goes
way up if you count people with smart phones. If I wanted to, I could find someone to film my ass tomorrow. And it’s going to be hovering around 35 tomorrow, not in sunny california. And I’m not Jeremy fucking Wray.
Shit or get off the pot. You have the means. Stop bitching and unwillingly tying whining on Instagram to the water tower Ollie or the Carlsbad line.