9 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I started to get a sense of the chaos of the King Corn project today.  Jeff and I sat out on the porch and smoked cigarettes and talked about the big picture of the dysfunctionality of the movie and then Curt came out with a Sierra Nevada that he pulled out of a large, inviting box full of other Sierra Nevadas and that was good. 

The evening ended up at George's and I felt a little bit weird about it.  I rode over on the back of Aaron's motorcycle and thoughts of Tracy Popover riding her boyfriend's bike popped into my head.   At the bar, four of us were crowded into a tiny booth and I felt some kind of hostility in the air as I loudly joked around.