this is a film photo from the first short i ever directed. we rented out these dingy hotel rooms in some backwater called cocoa, right next to cocoa beach—if that matters. needed space, so we yanked the bed and mattress into the next room where we did makeup, prepped, and drank. always drinking.
the cast? amateurs. just some bodies i’d picked up, like this guy here (name slips me now, yeah, i’m a bastard). the other was a kid i knew from high school in texas, of all places. he randomly showed up at some dive bar in orlando. fate, or just dumb luck, but who gives a damn.
day of the shoot, i woke up to brad, my friend and shooter, banging on my door. he brought me a red bull and some powder we’d scored in miami, and that was that—off to the races, no questions asked.
the film? who the hell knows where it is now. probably lost on some fried hard drive from 2010, like a lot of things. i’d still like to see it again, though. it was about these two idiots trying to pull off a drug deal, and of course, it all goes to hell because they’re a couple of amateurs—maybe a little too close to the bone. we used fake blood, tried to light it, made something happen.
godard said, "all you need for a movie is a gun and a girl."
me? i had a gun and a pile of real money. a classmate’s granddad was some hollywood big shot, and he yanked a stack of cash from an atm, handed it over. "don’t lose it," he said. sure, like that was even an option.
and that was it. i was hooked.
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