Today, I wanted to get some b-roll establishing shots for my final production. I thought I’d also pay a visit to Duncan, my key participant on the off chance that I could interview him further about music, life and living on the streets. However, he wasn’t at his hovel where I normally find him. In fact, all of the people in the area told me that he had gone AWOL after an altercation a few days earlier.
Great. Fucking great.
I’m obviously pissed. I’m pissed that I could’ve been doing something different with my time. I’m pissed that he has seemingly slid backwards, so to speak, from finding a home and developing some sort of modicum of stability in his life… if not for himself, but for his daughter. And I’m pissed that I can’t help but speculate as to how this will affect her in years to come.