New York City Life 1997-1998 | Home Movies | WARZONERS

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A long time ago, in an urban landscape far, far away...there were a couple of young college-aged Manhattan kids (I was the oldest of the group, being twenty-three going on twenty-four), and we used to hang out on the Upper East Side. Write graffiti. Drink forty ounces of beer. Go to our chum's houses and play PS1 or N64 games all night. Go to rich girls' houses and have makeout parties. Rent limos, do the barfly/socialite thing. Or, when we were really bored, get into all sorts of shenanigans, or some other kind of weird craziness.

Obviously these were the early days of the Internet. I'm talking Windows 95, Windows 98. Some of us didn't own computers. AOL chat rooms and MSN Messenger were still fairly new modes of communication. We hooligans still watched MTV (though reality television had pretty much robbed us of a channel we Generation X-ers once adored). There was no Youtube. No Rumble. No Twitch. There was no live-streaming video games. No Wifi. We went outdoors and made home movies, on camcorders. Big things you had to carry over your shoulder. With VHS tapes. Like the one you are about to watch starring me, called WARZONERS. This could best be described as a Gotham City like crime drama series. In it I played a "has-been agent" who has personal demons and is desperately trying to learn the truth behind various kidnappings and crazed criminals roaming an upscale East Side neighborhood. But the protagonist (myself), is giving his job one last go and trying to learn the truth about himself most of all. What his identity is. And it gets pretty surreal by the end.

Yes, back in the 1990s you COULD walk around New York City at night or go into Central Park after dark and fire off toy guns. Now everything is technology and surveillance and Big Brother. We live in a Post 9/11 world. September 11th 2001 changed everything.

Welcome to NYC life. Manhattan home movie life. A visual study into one agent's mind. Welcome to WARZONERS... 1997 to 1998.

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