Michael Hurley at the end of a movie called The Perfume of Accident.

I ran into Michael that day at JFK airport randomly outside with the taxis shuffling and herds of folks rushing around. He looked lost and dazed and he was a sovereign island in the midst. It was dream mode from there on out. I was there with a girlfriend picking up her mother who'd flown in from North Carolina. I told Snock he should just come with us and he could spend the night at my place on Ridge Street in the LES. In the back seat wedged in with my girlfriend's mom and her husband, he and she found out that they'd lived in the same small town and knew each other from way back when. A Snock of surprise in his eyes, a shimmer was in the air, a fleeting ride of wide lives recognized.
This video was shot that night and the morning after. I'd put it in a movie I'd made called The Perfume of Accident. It is the last scene in the deal, including the credits, right after a scene with Fred Nemo from Portland. There is talk of visitations from people who'd died or soon would. There is a steaming cup of tea in the kitchen with little Snock doodles from his drawings animated in a lo-fi fashion around the room. He then plays the song Hand Me Down My Walking Cane to a montage of the Macy's Day Parade rolling thru Manhattan, shot that same year. I cut out the credits to the film for this shorty but let his song roll through the dark fishing waters till the very end. "If I die, in DoRaMi..."