This is where both Johnny and our lens spent most of the afternoon. Under his Celebrity.

Today marked the second time in a matter of months that John dealt with slashed tires. We hung out with him for a bit in some godforsaken alley where Jeff Skrenes had John’s car towed after it was vandalized in front of Peter’s house (2 slashed tires, 1 broken window - still better than being fire-bomed…well, from a mechanical standpoint at least, but from a comprehensive insurance standpoint…).

It was hot. It was long. It was dirty…but it was not a porno movie, despite all of this. It was one of those days, I should point out, where a some of the negative vibes from the North side (ala some down-on-their-luck residents that slunk in and out during our time there) kind of got to me while shooting, and especially afterward.

In the end, though, I spent a lot of time with John (Gabe went to a MinnPost meeting regarding the RNC and what we’ll be shooting there - incidentally, John may or may not have plans of getting shot by a rubber bullet while protesting) talking and hanging out and asking questions, many of it off the record (because I eventually ran out of tape).