Another night out on the shoot.

Last night was a strange night. I started my night heading to a fatal car crash.

Sad and lame story behind this point, be warned.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)

sad to say but it was going as usual. sad to say that their is a usual for deadly car crashes, but i digress. it was usual for me it was pitch black there was a mangled car in front of me and my camera and police and the usual by-stander walking around me seeming not to notice me (which is what I like I would rather go unnoticed at these things). now remember I have my eye and full attention on the camera and its viewing lens so the world around me is black in both visual and auditory nothing to distract me.

I can hear a non descriptive conversation between a few people behind me but I go on not noticing it until the woman screams out in what can only be described as fear, pain and desperation. No movie will ever be able to recreate this sound. her screams of pain in finding out her 17 year old son was dead is now permanently scared into my memories. I had goosebumps and chills for the rest of the time I was on the scene. This poor woman was on the ground balling just feet away from me. I felt to afraid to move until her husband carried her to her vehicle where her crying was still audible behind all the vehicle and noise of a crash.

I cried for a moment before I left the scene. the part that bugs me is I have no idea why I began crying once I was alone in my vehicle but I had to compose myself before leaving.

but later in the evening I had a very serene moment. Utah had a view of the partial Lunar Eclipse and I was to film it. so I sat next to a lake listening to the ducks that surrounded me having sooo many conversations while I filmed the moon traveling across the night sky. it was such a quiet and perfect moment. and Arcade Fire's music in my headphones hung around my neck made for an amazing moment. I like to think the ducks where talking about how much they enjoyed the Arcade Fire in that moment as much as I did.

here is a sample of the music that made my night perfect.




finally I snapped some pics to remember the night.
I apologize for the quality it was with my camera phone.

parasomnia is not just a bad movie from 2008

I started sleep walking again last night.

Well it is a form of sleep walking call parasomnia. I dream some experience then I dream that I am doing something to rectify that previous dream, and I find out the next day that I was actually doing that.

take last night for example I had a dream that my bed was crawling with bugs. and apparently I got up and asked my family to spray me with bug spray (which luckily they did not). after they refused I went back to bed. so not a big experience but it usually starts small and eventually gets stranger.

last time woke I found myself in my car a block from home. scary to think I could drive in my sleep.

I will keep you updated to any changes or escalations.

great night with an EX (seems to be the theme of my life)

Me and Kit got together tonight to go watch a movie "Kick Ass" and it did just that. Great movie nice tightrope walk between superhero homage and parody. Despite the good movie the highlight of the night for me was the return of the old Bryan.

I was in fine form tonight. I said "low hanging nut-sack," "titty fuck," "blowjob," among many other possibly offensive things in plain public. I also explained why a hand-job is a great payment for a movie ticket to my elderly ticket saleslady (hey she asked and laughed afterwards so get over it).

why is this a good thing? some of you new to the world of Bryan might be asking, but those elders to my ways remember this as the old Bryan. A sexual man not afraid of offending (with good taste of knowing when not to take it to this in certain situations).

For some reason I have been suppressing this part of my personality. I have been sooo tame. I didn't realized how much I missed this part of me. Thanks to Kit for being the Ginnie pig for me.