28 August 2002

Brian and I are working on a movie. We are filming on a campus, the scene is supposed to be an evil rally and I have worked really hard to get everything together: the people, the sets, etc. Finally everything is in place and we're ready to shoot, but Brian hasn't even arrived yet. I go to where all the actors are gathered, which is in the garage at the Dexter house, and they are all impatiently waiting. The crowd of extras begins to thin because it is taking so long. Finally Brian arrives and starts working with the actors, and I begin to wander around checking on things when I smell weed. It takes me a while to locate it, and when I do it is in this old lady's drink, which she shares with me. I go back to the garage to see how it's going and it begins to get overcast out. Now only a fifth of the crowd is left, so we have to make set changes, and then finally we start shooting. When it's all said and done, Brian leaves me alone standing out back to pay everyone and I am out of checks and concerned that I am out of money.