Just spent the last ten hours in the desert on the set of this movie. Fools wanted me and the other two conveniently placed black people to rock timbs and a wife-beater with a doo rag. Was coached on how to tap into my hood character for the scene. Tried to trick me with these nice ass pastrami sandwiches and Fiji water but I saw through their devilish ways. Had a brother out in the cold and sand with no lotion in sight. It’s all good though got my money and my IMDB credit because I’m all about my business. My one speaking line as I pulled out a sawed off shotgun on the main character: “Don’t Even Think About It Whitey.” Life is too real at times.