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It's been a while, but for once, Mark is in the Inn.
Strange, though, as he is in the Inn with four shoulder bags, rolling a dolly behind him. Taking a deep breath, he gets his key from Biggs, who raises an eyebrow, but doesn't ask. (He never does.)
Disappearing, he goes upstairs, then returns with just his camera, a tripod, and a shoulder bag.
July the eleventh, seven PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit.
".... wait. That's dumb. That's what I've already done. Shit." He turns off the camera, then collapses in a chair, head in his hands. "Goddamnit."
Strange, though, as he is in the Inn with four shoulder bags, rolling a dolly behind him. Taking a deep breath, he gets his key from Biggs, who raises an eyebrow, but doesn't ask. (He never does.)
Disappearing, he goes upstairs, then returns with just his camera, a tripod, and a shoulder bag.
July the eleventh, seven PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit.
".... wait. That's dumb. That's what I've already done. Shit." He turns off the camera, then collapses in a chair, head in his hands. "Goddamnit."