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You don’t need dollars to be a douche bag. You can be a run of the mill homeless alky who’s likely carrying hepatitis-c. That’s the guy I ended up rumbling with in Santa Monica a while back.
I was shooting a video that required me to wear a full sweatsuit and sunglasses. I placed my street clothes in a paperbag next to the camera tripod. Halfway through the shoot I notice that the bag is gone and that there is a very real possibility that I’ll have to walk around Santa Monica looking like a mob-henchman even after the shoot. When one of the other actors pointed out that “a homeless” was carrying my bag, I yelled cut (like that made a fucking difference) and confronted the bum.
Now keep in mind, this was not a famous tramp. This wasn’t one of the guys from Bumfights; this wasn’t Daniel Day Lewis digging deep to research his next role. This was just a toothless shithead trying to make off with my clothes. And since I was dressed like an Armenian at a greyhound race, I looked like the douchebag for stopping him. Every croc-wearing passerby gave me a look of disgust before returning his attention to his Jamba Juice.
Bottom line: I think it’s fine to be homeless, and even a little cool to steal clothes, but when you leave another human in a vulnerable position such as the one I was in you are a douchebag…even if you’re homeless.
So, I'M DRESSED IN A SWEATSUIT, FIGHTING A HOMELESS GUY
You don’t need dollars to be a douche bag. You can be a run of the mill homeless alky who’s likely carrying hepatitis-c. That’s the guy I ended up rumbling with in Santa Monica a while back.
I was shooting a video that required me to wear a full sweatsuit and sunglasses. I placed my street clothes in a paperbag next to the camera tripod. Halfway through the shoot I notice that the bag is gone and that there is a very real possibility that I’ll have to walk around Santa Monica looking like a mob-henchman even after the shoot. When one of the other actors pointed out that “a homeless” was carrying my bag, I yelled cut (like that made a fucking difference) and confronted the bum.
Now keep in mind, this was not a famous tramp. This wasn’t one of the guys from Bumfights; this wasn’t Daniel Day Lewis digging deep to research his next role. This was just a toothless shithead trying to make off with my clothes. And since I was dressed like an Armenian at a greyhound race, I looked like the douchebag for stopping him. Every croc-wearing passerby gave me a look of disgust before returning his attention to his Jamba Juice.
Bottom line: I think it’s fine to be homeless, and even a little cool to steal clothes, but when you leave another human in a vulnerable position such as the one I was in you are a douchebag…even if you’re homeless.




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