Miami Commercial

So I get a call just a week ago about a commercial in Miami, good money, one day tops. This is a no brainer since its wifey's birthday. Chill in South Beach and shoot a wild ass commercial. Well I committed to it without all the info... and then wifey had to stay home with the kids and school work. The night before I was to leave, my body kinda froze up and made me feel like I was getting sick. No sore throat, just body ache from hell. Then I get the call that I need to be there at 1pm the next day, which is a day early. We negotiate the rate again and now the deal is getting sweeter. So I wake up the next morning and can't move. It takes everything in my  body to just get out of bed and shower. Usually after a hangover that helps. Well this time I am not hungover, just dying. Sit in bed, sit on the couch, in bed, on the couch. The time is getting really close when I have to leave or I will be late seeing as its a 3 hour drive to Miami. I can't do it. This is the worst I have ever felt in my whole life. Somehow I get in my van and figure with the windows down some fresh air will fix this. Lets just say I stopped 3 times and was ready to pray, was even searching for a medic at one wayside plaza. I had the heat on most of the time. That is weird since it was hot as hell outside as well. I really thought is was over. Then I get the call, "Hey Chad where are you?". Shit, I told them a car accident was stalling me. Then I actually ran into 4 of them. Some dude, or a really ugly lady was slung off a motorcycle and laying on the cement in the middle lane of the highway. It just happened. Fuck. All this while I am talking to my contact lady. I tell her I will be there asap, traffic is nuts. This wakes me up, makes me pin it and fucking fly down the highway till the next person with a flat tire parking in the middle lane stops traffic. Florida drivers are unique for sure. So I finally get there and my partner for the shoot, Jerry Peel, is riding around aimlessly. I stop him and ask if he is late to, he says ya, but he is looking for his wallet. He put it in a safe spot on top of his car, if you can guess you know what happened. Guess he looses his wallet all the time so I have no sympathy. It will happen more times...fuck it. We go up to our location and its on the 15th floor downtown office building. There are desks, copiers, all the shit  in an office. I asked what we would be doing. They said what can you do? "We can ride the desks and knock shit over." They are really excited now. Keep in mind this whole office was assembled the night before, all the shit is props. They filled a whole fucking huge ass floor with fake office shit for us to run over and jump on. How sweet is this? Well it would if I could function. My temperature is still going up and down and there is no energy. Then the producer says "lets do a run through." It took everything I had, but then I started feeling better as I was jumping on desks, hitting my head on the drop ceiling, sending files and computer screens all over as I crash into shit. I thought Jerry was going to go through the window when he tried to 180 off this desk. When he turned out he slammed the wall and bumped into the window. They loved our shit and it was a wrap for the day. Our hotel was right on south beach. Some swimsuit model was in the lobby, super tall bitch, and the hotel was real nice...all white everything. So things are looking good for a good night. Then my body starts freaking out again. So I just ate some soup on room service and crashed, lame night. What's wrong with me? As we get to the shoot they tell us we need  to shave our heads to fit the mohawks on. Some sweet talking and our checks get bigger to just cut our hair. Hours to cut hair and put on some crappy mohawk from special effects dudes. Then we go to the shoot. Most of the lights go out just as we get there, so I relax. End up sitting down in some juice or some shit. My ass is soaked and they have to dry my ass before we shoot cause there are close ups and to see me with a wet ass would mean I shit myself. The whole staff is laughing at this, but what am I to do. Fuck up their shoot cause I have swamp ass? I got lucky cause it took awhile to get the lights back on and were good to go, ass and all. The first scene is us in the lobby on waxed floors, it was like ice skating. They wanted us to ride flat, avoid the security, and fuck with them a bit. So we took their hats, rode around, and the producers yelled CUT. We must have done this for 3 hours. I fucked up two takes cause when the elevator doors were opening, we were suppose to ride out really fast. The door opened, well not all the way, and I shouldered the door and almost flipped over. Did this twice then they must have said fuck this...CUT. We did the same shit for another 5 hours upstairs in the office. Jump on desk, ride off desk, jump on desk do a backwards nose wheelie, 180 off desk, crash some files and send them. All of this in a tight ass suit and 10 inch mohawk that keeps hitting the ceiling every time we jump on a desk. In the end, the producers were pretty sweet dudes. The staff really liked us and clapped when we were done riding saying that we did really good and it was fun to watch. Fuck ya were fun to watch. Ride a bike where it isn't suppose to be, that shit is really fun to watch, shit, try doing it. Anyways, video will be done in a few weeks and they are sending me a copy. Will get it post up as soon as I get it. So I am feeling pretty good by now, ready to drink and enjoy the South Beach life on a Saturday night. Hang out with some swimsuit models, some gay dudes, and possibly go back to the set tomorrow and ride my bike on a Mercedes and break the windshield. Yes, they mentioned riding the next day doing a stunt wrecking a car. But wifey has her birthday in a few hours. So I make the trek home to be close to my wife. Happy Birthday. Here is one of their commercials for XXL in Norway. Good shit. This is a Pano from the 15th floor where we shot all day. Downtown Miami view. XXL commercial 1 Here is the fake office, it was fun sending shit. They had people to pick the shit up and put it back so you could do it again and again. XXL commercial 2 Had to get a quick shot in the sky deck lobby. This floor was like ice. Flizzzzaatland son. XXL commercial 5 Rooftop lounge at our hotel that I missed out on cause my body was junk. XXL commercial 9 Lady cutting my hair flew from norway and sucked ass. I had to grab the clippers and do it right. She stopped and left it like this. If only it was OK to punch a girl. XXL commercial 13 They used real human hair and a fuck ton of wild cream to make this stand up. XXL commercial 21 Skydeck location, suit, mohawk, posse and extras ready for the shoot. XXL commercial 26 Jerry getting interview behind the scenes. The filmer said he got my clip coming out of the elevator, or crashing out of the elevator. So that will be in the bonus and making of this commercial. Can't wait to see my face slamming into the door... XXL commercial 30

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