Apparently some intelligent folks in Boston decided to beat up Moby on his way out of a nightclub this past week. Yes, that’s right, Moby the original gangsta. I heard this news and shook my head—Moby is about 5 foot nothing, weighs less than I do, and is a pacifist vegan. Who is so threatened by Moby that they have to knock him around? It makes me think of those two upstanding citizens who beat up the Royals’ first-base coach in Chicago this past year.

Here’s the next in a series of test runs for the story idea. I have a lot of things I’d like to figure out with the lighting and cutting before I start cranking these out, but it’s a good start.