Shane es Muy Pequeno

A lighting set up fell on my shoulder. I was sent home from work (as in my actually job at the coffee shop) because I looked tired and stressed out. That same shoulder pulled away from the socket as I carried boxes of Capri Sun to set the following day. But, I loved every moment of exhaustion and pain that tireless weekend.

The rest of the shot went rather smoothly. Exhaustion was a prevailing theme, though the environment was not stressful and the hours were not long. I think that the need for sleep was a disease that spread through the crew. With school about to wrap up and week long shoots, a yawn or a tired glance would breath out of one dedicated worker and into another. The NYC film season was about to wrap up, so for many of us, this was near the end. Soon we would sleep, but for some reason on set, I could not. I loved the people. "Felicia"... "Yeah Matt".. "Do you want to spoon? Why won't you spoon with me. " It was 2 am on any given night and I would be sprawled out on a full size mattress. "I'm an equal opportunity spooner Matt. It would not be fair if I spooned with you and not every one else. It is easier to not spoon at all. " I would chuckled back to him. This is a game we played for most the weekend. Never really getting any sleep, but always wishing we had.

After shooting in a bar, a school, a church, and an empty apartment that had been arted to look like two separate apartments, we wrapped late in Sunday (Day 4). As equipment was being loaded into the cube truck and cast and crew were saying their goodbyes, I stood on an apple box with my power drill. Breaking down the set was easier than saying goodbye. The dedicated few were going to stay and grab some beers. I kept myself busy till then.

"Jump on my back. Jamison yelled to Paul on the walk over to the bar." Late night in Brooklyn, a piggy back sprint ended with bodies on the pavement. I laughed so hard at the collapse of the tired drunk smokers, that I too fell to the cold damp ground. We stopped at the bank, where a PA and I danced to the cheesy elevator music. Box step. Left -forward- right- back. Followed by a twirl and a dip. We would all dance later at the bar. Even the bartender, Frank the tattoo covered Frenchman. Gathered on velvet couches, we said never said goodbye. Instead, we partied as if we were the best of friends. "Before we go let's S a C (smoke a cigerette)." And so goes the story Sean es Muy Pequeno, a short film about a washed out porn star and his battle to get back to the top.

The end