I never thought this would happen to me but....
I have been on the road for about 24 days while working on my documentary about homelessness. I'm at about 1,500 miles traveled: Morro Bay, Santa Barbara - saw Tony Hawk in a Bistro at 11am - Bartsow - to write the film - and Portland to film and promote.
I dressed up like a homeless guy with a backpack and a bed roll with an Olympus ECM 1 in my backpack. Got thrown out of every establishment in the city on film, even places I have filmed TV pilots in before. They saw the backpack and bed roll and didn't recognize me.
Then a couple of days ago I was hanging out - looking homeless as hell - outside a bar with an attached strip club/upstairs brothel. I see a beautiful woman sitting by herself. I walk up to her and say, "Why is a gorgeous women like you sitting here by herself?" Then I sit down.
We start talking politics, homelessness, and whatnot. Then, another chick comes and sits down. I get introduced as a "film maker making a film about homelessness." Now they are both talking to me.
We are outside at a table at a bar. Everyone is staring at the homeless guy who just picked up the two best looking women at the bar. A random guy walked past, looked at me, and then at the woman and said, "you are... the man."
Then it turns out they are the strippers from the club. They violate the rules and take me up to the back room of the brothel.
Then they proceeded to alternate between getting paid a lot of money by men for attention to giving their full attention to me in between for nothing. I layed around all night with these crazy gorgeous stripper/hookers watching TV, talking about Freud, watching one of them consume enough pills and alcohol to gag Maralyn Monroe.
Then at 6 am they said, "Hey lets all take a shower!" They both look at me and say, "take your clothes off!" I stood there for a minute... and I was like "whatever" and hopped in the shower. A homeless man has to be clean doesn't he?
I'm sorry but I love being a film maker.
I have been on the road for about 24 days while working on my documentary about homelessness. I'm at about 1,500 miles traveled: Morro Bay, Santa Barbara - saw Tony Hawk in a Bistro at 11am - Bartsow - to write the film - and Portland to film and promote.
I dressed up like a homeless guy with a backpack and a bed roll with an Olympus ECM 1 in my backpack. Got thrown out of every establishment in the city on film, even places I have filmed TV pilots in before. They saw the backpack and bed roll and didn't recognize me.
Then a couple of days ago I was hanging out - looking homeless as hell - outside a bar with an attached strip club/upstairs brothel. I see a beautiful woman sitting by herself. I walk up to her and say, "Why is a gorgeous women like you sitting here by herself?" Then I sit down.
We start talking politics, homelessness, and whatnot. Then, another chick comes and sits down. I get introduced as a "film maker making a film about homelessness." Now they are both talking to me.
We are outside at a table at a bar. Everyone is staring at the homeless guy who just picked up the two best looking women at the bar. A random guy walked past, looked at me, and then at the woman and said, "you are... the man."
Then it turns out they are the strippers from the club. They violate the rules and take me up to the back room of the brothel.
Then they proceeded to alternate between getting paid a lot of money by men for attention to giving their full attention to me in between for nothing. I layed around all night with these crazy gorgeous stripper/hookers watching TV, talking about Freud, watching one of them consume enough pills and alcohol to gag Maralyn Monroe.
Then at 6 am they said, "Hey lets all take a shower!" They both look at me and say, "take your clothes off!" I stood there for a minute... and I was like "whatever" and hopped in the shower. A homeless man has to be clean doesn't he?
I'm sorry but I love being a film maker.
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