Yesterday, I was on set late at night shooting a Halloween Party that gets tear gassed (I have no idea why, I couldn’t even tell the extras from the lead talent). While we were holding, we were drinking red wine and a fellow filmmaker/extra (this is where we hang out, on other people’s sets) mentioned how we should have Pabst Blue Ribbon and be punching each other in the stomach. 

This - of course - being a Blue Velvet reference.

Then one of the girls, dressed like a sailor with killer side-boob, started making Gary Coleman jokes. We were like: “We were talking about Dennis Hopper.” And she said: “They died so close to each other, I feel like I have to chose one to make jokes about. I’ve chose Gary Coleman.”

Which was a lie. The truth is there are a TON of more jokes about midgets, black people, and black midgets specifically asking Willis what he is talking about.

That’s just lazy joke-telling, right there. 

Granted there was a lot of white wine, but listing the names and moments of Dennis Hopper movies while in my Green Man suit, getting fake tear-gassed every 15 minutes ended up making me feel kind of squishy inside for Dennis Hopper.

Though if I had me the guy when he was living, I probably would have shit my pants and done whatever he told me to do.

RIP Hopper, RIP Coleman.