Reflection #2

The Breakwall was an area where I filmed much of my footage and recorded some sounds as well. I made around 5 trips down there in the last three months. The first trip I made down there, it was fall, but warm for fall. There was a breeze coming off the lake, enough to keep the weather comfortable. The place was deserted, it was late at night on a Tuesday or Wednesday and it was really quiet. I could hear some cars in the distance, but not enough to bother me. It was really relaxing, very peaceful, and along with the lights of downtown, it was a natural high that I wish I could bottle and sell.
There was another situation during these Treks where I had a very peaceful experience, only this one was in a different way. I was walking downtown with my buddy, down near Wisconsin Ave. and around that area. It was a Fridy night so there were people in the bars and clubs, drinking and getting stupid. Anyways, we're walking and w see one cop car drive by. Then another. Then a motorcycle cop. Then a paddywagon. And then, to top it all off, one more squad car. Five cops drove by us within 20 to 30 minutes. It was pretty ridiculous, I mean I knew if I did something stupid, I'd get busted, but I also knew if some drunk guy felt ten feet tall and badass enough to jump me, the 5-0 would be on the scene soon enough to stop me from having to kick the dudes ass. Or so I would hope.

Reflection #1

After performing two Treks, I discovered many things that irritated me. One of the big ones is the lack of respect people have for an aspiring artist with headphones, a camera and microphones. The weird looks shot my way I could deal with, it was the people driving by honking, yelling shit out the window, or the people walking by talking shit that pissed me off. And I know I should just deal with it or ignore it, but it's easier said than done.
Another thing that irritated me was something I don't really have any control over. I mean, I can do my part to help, but there will always be some other mook littering. The garbage that washed ashore by the Breakwall at Lake Michigan bugged me. In this day and age of the Global Warming Hoax and Ozone nonsense, people still don't care and dump whatever they want wherever they want.