How About It?

Getting a grip on the interview process with a New York Drama student transplant friend of mine Dan Phau during an evening TV watching session.

Post Hood: What do you think are some of the most accommodating and convenient aspects of living in NYC?

A twenty-four hour subway system most certainly, in Paris they didn’t have that.
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In the background
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Girl #1 :Is that blood?

DP: What the fuck happened to you foot?

Cut Girl: Oh my am I bleeding.

PH: Yes, that’s dried blood.

Cut Girl: I wondered what all this stuff was.

DP: Did you step on glass?

Cut Girl: I don’t know I didn’t feel anything

Girl #1:Where is it?

PH: That’s going in.

DP: She stepped on ketchup.

Cut Girl: Well I was handling ketchup.

DP: I think I see the cut.

PH: Yea. You’re not in pain?

DP: We’ve got to go to the hospital.

Girl #1: I hope there are band-aids in here.
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Post Hood: When do you feel your freedom to enjoy leisure time was compromised, like a circumstantial encumbrance?

DP: When do I feel my what?

PH: Like for instance, name a time when your freedom to enjoy leisure time…

DP: Hahaha, just ask the question over and over again. Uh I guess when I have to go to work or school.

PH: I mean like i.e.: homeless people when you’re at the bar. That’s not really the answer I’m looking for but something anecdotal like that.

DP: Like what, like when someone got in the way of your good time?

PH: Yes I should just change it to “when did someone get in the way of your good time?”

DP: I guess when my parents called me when I was out.

PH: Okay we can do that.

PH: Do you reserve dates and times to have the most fun, or do you try your best to flow your fun intake.

DP: I flow my fun intake pretty well.

PH: Do you get mad at certain peoples outfits on the street?

DP: Yes, I don’t like some people’s outfits on the street.

PH: How mad?

DP: How mad? Enraged. I detest people’s outfits on the street.