the FIRST FRIDAY SHORTS competition at the Loft CINEMA is one of the freakish, most horrifying happenings I have ever experienced. the audience is brutally honest and often brutally tipsy-willing to summon the gong on your film's ass and spit on it's rotten, mini-dv corpse. and although it is one of the most creative competitions I've been to, it's certainly not for the faint of emotions-which is why it is borderline retarded for me to consider competing in it. but, luckily the audience must have been smoking some heaping joints of generosity before the show, thoroughly damaging their judgment and naming this little short some kind of winner. They gave me this children's costume, WWF belt and I got the chance to hold one of those novelty checks. but I soon realized the whole thing was only a giant ruse to humiliate me when Max CANNON, the host, ripped off my shirt and forced me to expose my NiPPLES to the audience while they laughed and threw urine-filled beer bottles at my tear-soaked face...
it was the darkest night of my life.
that's all I have to say about that. if you really want to read more on all this (why would you want to do that, crazy?) then you can visit this place...
and take a look at Max cannon's site RED MEAT. tell him I'll see him in hell.