I'd insert an animated gif to describe the one shot filming, but there isn't an animated gif alive on this planet earth that could begin to comprehend the amalgamated feelings of love and hate encapsulated in a single take on the bolex. (I'm am not 100% that last sentence makes any sense, but in lieu of scratch film junkies, i'll just say its art.) Basically, the day started with me waking up on a couch, intensely hung over from the dance party last night at the sandbar. I woke up at the house next to RUSS ROE'S HOUSE (he drinks everyone! haha, RUSS LOOKS LIKE AN IDIOT NOW WORLD!), mainly because the night before i couldn't take the insanity that was occurring at his house. Mind you, i don't mean insanity as in, "YOO THIS PARTY WAS CRAZY! YO!" but rather too strange to handle at 4-6am. While the tenants of the house slept, a few stragglers looking for a sense of an "after party" ventured into realms of lesbian sex, awkward drama precluding a car smashing into a fire hydrant (from texting), chain smoking of cigarettes (inspired by Revolutionary Road), and other shit bordering on something [insert crazy writer guy (can be obscure) here] would think up.
I digress. The day started out with Joselyn's super "artistic" film which included me putting on a costume and dancing hard then standing there. I enjoyed this, even when the heavens opened up and we were cleansed of our impure usage of 16mm film. They once said Jesus lived inside celluloid. Actually, nobody ever said that. Anyway, some shit happened, it was cold, we got the shot. Eventually, Fiberboard 1972 was born. It was awesome. A wife cant take her husband's post traumatic stress syndrome from the vietnam war, so she kills him, resulting in him coming back alive including all of his fears. 2 fine young men took the awesomeness into their own hands and ate shit into freezing cold puddles. I salute these fine young men. Hollaback.
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