that PRIMAL fear…
it’s summer, 2006. i’m a new yorker. i do sketch comedy with a group called totally awesome victory with my buddies from college. we know nothing about making videos, so naturally, we decide to make a video. it’s a parody of serial shows like lost and 24; shows designed to make you keep watching by never telling you what the hell is going on. where the only thing you’re ever really sure about is that you’re not really sure about anything.
our equipment is subpar at best, but we’ve got a common goal: to make ourselves laugh. and maybe some other people, too.
it ends up looking like this.
i don’t know that i’ll be gone in two years. i don’t know that i’m already halfway through my stint as a substitute new yorker. i don’t know that i’ll move back to orlando, where i swore i’d never be again. i don’t know anything about what’s going to happen. what do i ever truly know at any given moment?
who’s chasing me?!? WHO’S CHASING ME?!?
everything i know is only my best guess. i guess.