Making movies is a funny business. Sometimes you are so fixated on the product you forget to enjoy the process.

Yesterday was the final day of principal photography on The Lot, a micro-budget short/pilot I'm shooting and editing for the Harsh Knuckle gang. And what a day it was. With the camera rolling we gleefully burned, smashed, crushed, shattered, and dismantled everything in sight. The schedule was a mixed bag of shots we'd anticipated and dreaded for weeks. The day had everything from stunts to pyrotechnics - most of them ill-advised but damned fun.

Pictured here: a "prop"

There was stress too. Most shots were absolute one-offs, so costly and destructive we could only stage them once. The camera had to roll. There could be no second takes. But the pressure only added to our exhilaration when things went right. We were like little boys set loose in a giant toybox. We rediscovered that juvenile destructive urge we had growing up, the need to blow s--t up. For a few hours, I was once again the kid who loved stomping on freshly built sandcastles and whacking dinky cars with a hammer.

It was the kind of day you never forget. Even when I was choking on the acrid plume of a fire extinguisher, I was grinning ear to ear. I am so grateful to the Harsh Knucklers (Chad Lindsay and Karan Sidhu) for making this insanity happen, and for convincing me to come film it.

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