On Halloween, I went downtown to a fantastic DJ situation. Only problem was, the frat boys from a local private college were taking up the entire front of the dance floor, ew. And they were...you guessed it, dancing wildly weaker than their daddies' tax evasive movements. There was the arm movement ish and yeah basically nothing. Unfortunately the DJ was enabling this capital offense by letting the boys take pictures with him. Unfortunately, these bland-personalitied children

Being a filmmaker, and an artist in general, is extremely frustrating in this hyper-capitalistic and hyper-consumerist society. With mental illness in the mix, it makes for an awesome smoothie, much like the one almost formed by the Fratelli Brothers when they threatened Chunk into a sobbing confessional venting session. Which reminds me, I need to get in a good scream and cry session soon. The hustle culture paired with the mind-numbing nature of the social media content ons