This was a scary moment for us and for Johnny, who we met outside the food coalition. He volunteered to help us. Johnny was so sweet and funny. Justin and I are still unsure of what happened exactly. I quickly got the impression this wasn't uncommon. It made me sad and it made me want to take Johnny home with me. I'm sure the roommates wouldn't mind.
I’ve just recently finished a little video project to win a 2010 Ford Fiesta.
My project involved cardboard signs. I’m in the passenger seat putting tape on my window and Justin is outside my car setting up this great shot,when three crack heads emerge from the dark alleys and garbage cans. The first asks Justin if we can give him a ride and the other two smash their heads against my window. One of them says “I know what you’re doing!” and opens my door, grabs the tape out of my hands and starts messing with my window. The crazy lady with him opens up my backdoor and gets in my seat where my cardboard signs are. She says with a toothless grin “I see your SIGNS!!” Like she’s onto me, she found my cardboard beggar signs.
I get out of my car and in confusion I just stand there. How does one handle this situation? I’ve never had any formal training or even considered a plan of attack for when a crack head won’t get out of your car. My eyes and mouth are wide open and I look up at Justin for help. His face informed me he was in my same state of confusion.
I tried to reason with the toothless lady but was unsuccessful. I was so frazzled Justin said at one point I started clapping my hands and whistling for her to come out. Not a proud moment, however she responded well to the “come on.” She finally exited my car.
After that we took my camera to the food coalition. I met a really great guy named Johnny with long curly hair. He was so sweet and perfect and he agreed to hold a sign for us. The crack head who asked Justin for a ride starts yelling and cursing at Johnny for some unexplained reason. I started recording to get the shot and run. Next thing I know crack head runs into frame and takes a swing at Johnny. They exit the frame and you hear him yelling. He punches Johnny. I again try my best to be diplomatic and reason with crack head, but there is no reasoning with crack heads. You can hear me in the background going “uh okay…whoa…uh oh! Please don’t do that…oh my gosh.” Johnny gives the crack head the sign and runs away.
We really didn’t mean to cause such problems. It started out as a Ford Fiesta Movement video, but I might change it to a “Don’t do Crack” commercial.
Check back for an uploaded clip of the craziness. For now, here's my finished video
I hate my dream life dot com too. This dream must stem from feelings of inadequacy in my work place. I work at a ski resort. Skiing is definitely an elitist activity and since I can’t ski or snowboard I’m pretty much a worthless waste of flesh.
In my dream Bekah and Josh decided to teach me to ski. Josh insisted I use his nieces “special skis,” so simple to use even a child could ski down a mountain. With confidence I thought if a child can ski with these “special skis” then surely I could too. We drove to someplace comparable to the Deer Valley of my Dream Land. A day pass cost 100 bones! We journeyed for an entire day, from gondola to gondola, then we trekked on foot to the top of my Dream Land’s Mt. Everest.
There we were atop the Earth and I waited with anticipation as Josh pulled out my “special skis.” To my dismay Josh opened his hand to reveal two deflated animal balloons.
He said with enthusiasm, “these [pause] are the special skis”
“What?! I’m not skiing down this mountain with balloon animals strapped to my feet!”
This argument went on and on. Till finally Josh assured me everything would be fine and to trust him. I decided he was probably right. He inflated the balloons and carefully tied them to my feet. I looked down the snowy mountain, took a deep breathe then stood up.
POP…..POP
In my parallel dream existence I’m freezing on top Mt Everest, 100 dollars less in my pocket with deflated balloon animals tied to my frost bitten feet.
