August 22, 11:35 pm. I stand in line for the ATM behind two guys in their early twenties whose striped shirts and slip-on loafers announce which clique they belong to. Twelve-hour shooting schedules and dinner meetings leave little time to deal with other important things like getting to the bank while its open.
With school just around the corner the kids, mostly drunk, are everywhere. Back to school in Halifax. The preppies leave as the machine doles out my maximum withdrawal in twenties which I quickly place in each of my shoes. Making a beeline for the hotel a recurring image of a fight tugs at the back of my mind.
Fortunately this not quite diamonds/not a poor boy routine ends tomorrow. It's the last day of shooting the second Blackout 77 music video and the cast and crew get cashed out at days end. After that I can relax into a slightly saner post-production, send me the bill schedule.
Bank run done I head off to see the band play at the Seahorse Tavern. It's a good chance for me to block out some of tomorrow's shots and also provides the means to keep this sleep deprivation thing I have going.
The kids are still about on my way back, various groups and gaggles occupying street corners and parkettes along Spring Garden road. Halfway to the hotel across from the ATM I approach a confrontation in the making. A muscular sporto getting in the face of a well-dressed geek and his girlfriend. I hear the sound of his nose break before he even knows he's been hit.
Posted by pike at August 22, 2004 02:55 AM