Around this time Greg and I were really itching to get out of Virginia Beach to further our careers. Once we flew to New York for an open call for the film "Dead Presidents". The whole thing consisted of a Polaroid being taken. It was I, Greg and my little brother Todd. On the way back we stopped by my friend Genine's place in Harlem. Greg was freaked about being in Harlem and on the way to the airport the cab broke down and we missed our flight.