FINAL WARNING! DON’T LIVE HERE! NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY TELL YOU HOW PRETTY THE TREES ARE! You may know me. But, where I am living at right now, it seem like nobody knows me. Can you believe I’ve been accused of being a federal agent, a police officer and even a drug dealer who is out to steal crack at a local Mc Donald’s. Or maybe, it’s possibly that they don’t understand how filming actually works. I’m not filming you! Help me! I’m pulling out what hair i have left. I gotta get out of this place. How can I work on a simple filming an old rusty bridge project without someone interfering in the middle of a recording session even though the security officers are generous to ask them politely leave. I need to go back to the other location where filming is welcomed and is washed thoroughly with a positive environment. Where they would at least stand behind director and the camera. But again, it’s not like they are going to read this. They don’t even know who I am.