I've recently grown a mustache. It's weird and I don't know how I feel about it. I do have two funny stories that have occurred to me since I've had it.
My boss at work is partially responsible for me growing such a fuzzy thing on my upper lip. According to my co-workers one day he was walking around and went. "You know? I think all the prep techs should have mustaches." Since then everyone has had one at one point or another.
The day I first come in with one he was very busy. So many check ins accessory orders going nuts. Etc etc. at the end of the day he comes up to me
"Brent I am so sorry. I did not notice that you had a mustache. You are the new guy and you've really stepped up to the plate. I am going to blast everyone else."
I had no idea what "blasting" was so I asked him.
"It means that everyone one has failed me. They are failures in my eyes"
At this point I spilt a guy laughing so hard. Later that same day me and another of my co-workers Mike, go up to my boss asking of there is anything else to do or can we go home? (this is common practice. We don't have a out time the boss tells us when we go home every day.) he then responds as such.
"No mike you can't Brent how ever has a mustache. So has a mustache pass. Go home Brent"
The second one is the next day while going into work on the subway every morning I'm barely awake. So I zone out half the time. Ask any of my friends though my zoned out face is one that looks like I am going to kill someone. Add the mustache to it as I become a nightmare.
So I'm zoned out thinking god knows what on the subway facing the long way of the subway. I then snap out of it noticing that someone is freakin out or at least very uncomfortable. I then realize I had been facing this person while totally zoned out. In telling this story to a friend later he responded with what that person must have been thinking.
"Do people kill people? Because I'm looking at the man who is going to kill me. Today I the day I die"
Again good times.
Every morning I wake before the suns light hits my small apartment in crown heights. It's a nice place but I still don't have keys to my apartment. No fault of anyone but when you often work 10 hour days on average and a hour commute on top of that of course it can be a bit hard to meets super to get silly things like mail keys. But I digress.
I wake every morning to the Brooklyn sunrise. If i get out of bed properly I can eat some oatmeal if not a grab a banana on my way out the door. Walking in darkness is oddly some of the most private moments I have during the day. No one is out until I hit the subway. My apt walls are thin not paper thin mind you but enough so.
The subway is something that blows my mind how easy it is to get around and if you somehow get turned around how not totally fucked you are.
I then get out in soho and wait for my carpool to ARRI CSC. Where I now work as a prep tech.
At this point the sun is out. But it's early for even manhattan. Not to many people are on the streets. It's where I grabbed these photos. With full shame I shot these on my iPhone and edited them in instagram. But I can't say that I don't like them.