Dudley Gippis sloped against the wooden, dusty bar top. The man is light brown skinned, possesses a bald pate, and looked zonked as though he'd just seen it all...
It was at some night club in lower Manhattan, back in 1985.
His friends were doing better than him, he thought. So there's this one friend, alright — he's basically freelancing every day on a set. Another friend was working for a production company, and then there was this other guy (not really a friend, but he knew him and called him a friend), who was working on a shoot involving...Martin Scorsese?
Nalani was working on a personal film about her mother, she spent a lot of time planning how she'd go about it, she was serious about this.
"I brought you something," Booner said, standing at his front door, handing over a Trader Joe's bag. Bray noticed a blue folded sweatshirt on the top of the bag, and he instantly knew exactly what it was.