I acted in this made-for-class noir that was based loosely on a story we call “the cracket.” To paraphrase, a homeless man wanted us desperately to buy his jacket for crack money, so we obliged and watched him buy the crack. Now possessing a gross jacket, we stowed it away in ceiling tile. It cracked us up – no pun intended.

Can’t say the movie’s as good, but it’s okay I guess.

– Frankie