It’s been awhile since I have worked on a film set and let
me tell I surely don’t miss it. It was fun and all but nothing has changed.
Like I say in my book “Same shit, different Movie set”. I did encounter some
crazy and interesting people roaming around the streets late at night.
There’s a Bus depot nearby and for some reason they’re
parking their buses next to us waiting for their time to start their part of
the shift. I see this older lady walking around doing a little workout I’m
guessing from how fast she’s walking. I say she’s in her late 50’s mid 60’s.
She finally makes her way over to my base camp. She start’s asking the usual
questions, which’s in this movie what’s the name yada, yada, yada. The she goes
on and tells me that on her bucket list she has having sex in a Movie trailer.
I say nothing but ignore the comment. We continue to talk and once again she
brings up about her bucket list and how she really wants to cross off having
sex in a Movie trailer off her list.
LADY: Do you have access inside the trailers?
ME: Why do you ask?
LADY: I have 25 minutes till my shift starts. I’m here and
you’re here, I say we should go and cross one of life’s goals off my bucket
list.
ME: Sorry, but this isn’t an Adam Sandler movie; I’m not
going to have sex with you in one of these trailers.
The lady is shocked at my comment.
LADY: Well it’s your loss honey. I would of Rocked your
pathetic world.
She walks away back to her bus. I guess nothing really does
change working on a film set when no one is around.
Around 2:30 am I see this guy walking near my trailers
wearing a hoodie. I cut him off and flash my light on him. This guy is young
and is soaked to the bone. Everything he
has on is fully drenched. I notice the
guy’s face is cut up really bad as if he had jumped in front of a car and loss
the battle. Drips of water were coming off his nose.
GUY: Hey man, you here by yourself?
ME: No.
I lied, but never let anyone know you’re alone at way hours
in the morning in a scary neighborhood.
GUY: Damn bro, I’m so fucking cold.
ME: How did you get so soaked?
GUY: There’s a church right behind this place, and I jumped
in their pool of holy water fountain they have to cleanse my soul and repent
for all my crimes.
I don’t say anything. The guy continues to tell me how he’s
killed over 34 people woman and children and raped over 11 girls in his
lifetime. And now that he cleansed himself for forgiveness, everything in his
head stopped. He has a clear conscience of life and the voices are gone. Now
this guy doesn’t look that old, I say mid maybe late 20’s but no older, and he’s
done all this? I grip my 4-cell flashlight tighter just incase this guy wants
another victim.
GUY: I just had to tell someone my sins before I can be
fully cleanse, you know. God is good.
I don’t say anything. The guy limps towards the other side
of the trailers heading to the exit of the parking lot. I walk around on the
other side of the trailer just to see which direction this guy goes. As I come around
the trailer I see no sign of the guy. I walk back just incase he did as well.
Nothing. I walk towards the Museum that’s right next to us and look down the
parking lot and nothing. It’s as if this guy disappeared into darkness. I walk
out of the parking lot and look both ways down the street and no one. I even
walked around the whole parking lot looking under the trailers and picture cars
just incase this guy was hiding somewhere. Nothing.
Nothing truly has changed since I stopped working on film
sets.
