Fall, how beautiful.

Ah, what a wonderful season.
I love when all the life around me dies and atrophies.
Fall, I love you.

"Oh no...oh my god!" (29 sec. in)

Lemme get 3 in brown please.
Cheers.

Oh...what the F$@!*?

Lets jump into our time machines and go to yearbook picture day, last year.
My buddy Robbie and I always like to do something special. We had just won our first RECYouth award and thought it would be cool to have it pictured in the yearbook with us. Easy.
Well, no. It's my turn and the photographer says to me "You can't have any props in the photo". I, puzzled, said "No it's O.K, don't worry about it, just take the photo". She gets mad. "SIR YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY PROPS IN THE PHOTO". I get mad. "LISTEN, LADY, I'M PAYING $60 FOR THIS AND I'M GETTING MY GODDAMNED PROP IN THIS PHOTO". She counts the money and says "...Sir you are only buying the $40 dollar package". This, of all comments made me the angriest. "only" 40 dollars? Sweetheart, 40 dollars can get me a bottle of champagne at the Raj, some scratch off cards, a cab up to my girlfriend's house and a back massage. "Just", just won't describe it.
Now, I will admit. How I handled the situation was a little innapropriate. I yelled something along the lines of "oh, well shit, only $40 dollars? People line their panties with that. You are not a photographer. You are a mean, cold bitch" as I tossed the trophy aside. She told me to smile. I did. Big. FLASH. I leave, making sure she hears every profanity I know as I pass.
NOW.
Lets take that crisp trip in our machines to the present.
I have forgotten of the incident alltogether.
Then I open AOL and see the top story: "Teen Can't Hold Flower in Yearbook". Apparantly some young woman wanted a rose in her yearbook photo and the company laid down the same 'no props' rule. Now, why the fuck does Melissa Morin, 17 of New Hampshire get a blown up photo and a featured story on AOL and I don't?
If my math corrects me, this happened to me first.
Blast you Melissa, you stole my story. You WILL pay.

P.S here is the article if yer' curious. Check out the kid with the boomstick.
http://news.aol.com/story/_a/teen-cant-hold-flower-in-yearbook/20070911093409990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001

9.11

It's strange to think 6 years have gone by.
Still sucks like it was yesterday.

Hmph.

There's a party in his pants...

That's right people, the one and only Apollo Braun.
I'm lucky enough to say Apollo's store is directly below my building, which means I can see him whenever I want.
Group hugs and discounted t's aside, he really is a talented cat.
We worked on a film together while I was taking a class at NYU and there is defenitly much more to him and his story. There is another film dying to be shot.
Untill then, however, Apollo proposed something quite interesting to me. He was offered by Logo (www.logoonline.com) to show a video for his hit single "Party in my pants". The day he called me I had just got back from Kodak with 10 rolls of tri-x. Something clicked and I decided the next Broke Toe Production will be a long awaited one. Finally, the moment I and many have been waiting for.
Apollo Braun.
Super-8.
Glory.

P.S
If you haven't seen the short film I did with him, dig this:

YOU LOST!

At 10 seconds left, look at the little smile he cracked.
Then, think of him cracking the same smile while getting a rimjob in a filthy public restroom from a young boy.

Back to school!

Well boys and girls, that time of year has fallen upon us again.
Finally we can start waking up early to have people belittle, maim and begrudgingly compliment us in six hour blocks.
We can go home and yearn to break free and do something really different with our lives as we look up from the textbooks and calculators that eat our night away and slowly rip every muscle in our backs to bits as we tug them across the city.
For the first time in two months, we can't do absolutely nothing.
We need to drag our dead rotting corpses out of the grave every morning and make that god awful trek to the deepest pit of hell. When we get there, someone will tell us that we're not trying. That's cool, cause I'm not really. I just do it to bum stoges off of people.
Keep yer' heads on guys.
If I can do it you can.
Just remember: They can imprison yer' body, but not yer' mind. Well that's bullshit. Let me re-do this.
Just remember: There is always copious amounts of alcohol waiting for you during the weekends.
Eh. One more.
Just remember: I love you.
Godspeed.

Bling

For the first time in my life, I actually have common ground with Ice Cube and Mike Epps. After Kodak so generously gave us money for film, we all got very excited and anxious to shoot the next project. However, they did not give us enough money to get the film developed. After that, since we don't have any splicers or moviolas, we need to get a really good looking frame by frame transfer.
Now, even if you are a neophyte to the scene, it's obvious this all costs money. Not a huge sum, but certainly not minuscule.
That is why Broke Toe is starting it's "Please, you know we're good for it..." money drive 07'.
We figure if all of our friends give us at least $5 we should have a decent amount.
We also figure if we write letter to all of our family members who hate us, they can help us out.
So, Broke Toe needs money. If you have ANYTHING, please, PLEASE find it in yer' heart to toss it our way.