I know - you're like - man - what the hell is going on here.
What's going on is that they are filming a Law and Order episode near my house - based on the doctor who blew up his house recently.
The set people made a house and blew it up (84th street). The production assistants kept shooing me away - but I made a pest of myself and finally got to a position where I could shoot the Dr. Boom House appearing to collapse and explode. One PA would kick me off one side of the street; I'd circle around; they'd yell at me; blah blah blah. Everyone's always talkin' at me. I don't hear a word they're sayin'.
Man - they kept telling me I was going to get hurt. They couldn't be responsible for anything that happened to me. And they kept calling me "sir." I came very close to telling them to go do something to themselves.
Anyway - I got my exploding house shot - and they got their opening for the episode. And no humans were hurt in the process. Man, I swear - give a production assistant a bit of power and they go nuts. Okay, not their fault - that's their job. But I have a job to do also and it involves covering explosions.
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