sam lucchese

May 2009 - still haven't read any books in a long time, although while working on location in Waco I started emailing some short diary type blogs to people about being in Waco. I couldn't write about the show cause of the huge confidentiality contract I signed, but I did write about Waco. A gaffer named The Mule started putting my emails into an iphoto book with the help of a DP named Dee who was editing my input. Anyway as soon as I get it finalized I'll let you all know. Here's an excerpt from the book. --- FIRE ANT CONDOS - technically i'm a land owner I think to myself as I hack up a pound of yellow waco dust and spit onto the street. There's a blind woman walking toward me swinging her cane back and forth sweeping the edge of the street. There's no sidewalks here, no conformity, no rules on this street. Sometimes there's curbs made out of vertical stones, other times there are logs lining the edge of a dirt yard and 50 year old oil and chip paving. The blind woman is getting closer tapping her cane against the cracking pot holed road. tap tap tap. The heat today is oppressive. My boots are sticking to the asphalt hole patches. Yesterday it was 22 degrees and frosty, today, near 100 and humid. that's waco for you. tomorrow they're calling for tornadoes and heavy tomatoes. tap tap tap, she's getting closer as cars drive around her as if this happens everyday. maybe it does. there's a Baylor foresics lab next to a tomb stone yard sale. it's easier to care for the dead than the living. tap tap tap. random yards have gas meters sticking up from the middle of the grass as if the workers were digging and it got too hard, so they just stopped, fuck it, put the meter here. then there's the millions of fire ant holes and mounds, funny that the ants have no trouble digging into the waco crusty burnt earth. tap tap honkkkkk!