I've had a busy week to say the least. On monday I filmed the music video for Dophin Force "Hold Me." It was quite a good shoot and the video should be great, and funny...set in the 80's...good stuff. On the right is a picture from the production. In the picture you can see me climbing through the window wearing a tight orange polo shirt and a members only jacket that's about 3 sizes too small.

Also, on Wednesday I had a photo shoot for funrise toys...a company that makes a toy called headbangers to be distributed internationally in toy stores and sporting good stores. Essentially the toy that I am involved in is a hockey player and you slam down its head and it shoots a slap shot...anyway, I'm going to be on the box! How cool is that? It's even cooler when I tell you that I will be wearing a hockey helmet. I asked if I could wear my own, but they didn't want blue...I had to wear red.

Sorry if this blog doesn't make too much sense...I've been on the set of dhall day from 630-630. The shoot is going great and the footage is bad ass...more info on dhall will follow.

Location: Arco Gas Station. Franklin and Gower. Hollywood, CA

I had just finished pumping gas into my car. Fortunately, I had some change coming my way, so I screwed on the gas cap and walked toward the cashier to get my money.

Everyone does that right? Don't want to give the gas station any more money than they should get.

As I walked accross the very crowded gas station into the cashiers station, the woman in the beatup mazda behind me jumped out of her car and yelled at me from about 40 feet way. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE ARE YOU GOING? YOU CAN'T LEAVE?"

I mean, because that is what I generally do. I pump gas and then leave my car parked infront of the pump as I take a 3 mile walk to the grocery store pick up some essentials and then walk back...obviously this woman was insane and a complete moron.

The ten people or so at the gas station were quite surprised to see psychopath get out of her car screaming...so I did what they wanted me to do. I slapped her in her dirty mouth! No just kidding, I answered her in a less than friendly tone. "I'M GETTING MY CHANGE! NOW GET BACK INTO YOUR CAR BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT!" I have found that honesty is generally the best policy in situations like this.

Pychopath responded with the ever popular and dare I say witty reply of "AAAAHHHHH!" a scream, followed by "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!"

At this point I slowly and clearly shouted, "GET BACK IN THE CAR YOU SPAZ!"

The entire gas station laughed at her as she stormed back into her beatup mazda. "Honestly, what the hell just happened?" I thought to myself as I proceeded to get my $3.25 from the clerk...I couldn't help but laughing, and when some guy came in smiling and shaking his head I asked him what that was all about and he said he had no idea. We chuckled.

I got into my car, gave psychopath a wave, and proceeded to tell my friends what had just happened because it was too wierd not to share.

crazy...and psychopath, if you're reading...that is if you can read...next time breath...and think maybe that kid just wants his change. idiot.