He fondled a dik-dik out of the shopping bag. "All these liberals who supposedly love the third world sooo much, they accuse me of making violent, escapist clap-trap. But you know what? Meryl Streep weepies don't get half the box-office sales in Nigeria that my pictures get. Do you know why? Because the world is at war. Everywhere. All the time. Endlessly. My gun-toting escapism has far more to do with these people's lives than a dying pale hairless Meryl Streep's relationship with her radiation oncologist. These people don't have doctors. When people die there, they die fast not slow. I have more to do with their lives – guns, violence, manhood – than all the interpersonal relationships with radiation oncologists put together. Everywhere is at war and everywhere just happens to be these critics' biggest blind spot."

We heard the distant clack, clack of people flipping through silver disks in hard plastic cases and walked over to peruse the racks of bootleg DVDs. Our pink fingers smudged the exhaust residue on the shrink-wrap as we browsed through the cases, each one identified by a black and white Xeroxed miniature version of the promotional movie poster. Graburn pulled one disc from the row of cases and angrily smacked it against the tops of its brethren.

"Goddammit."

It was a copy of Graburn's forthcoming production Undone, which wasn't slated for release for two weeks and yet had already been leaked and duplicated.

Aware of the importance of documentation, I snapped a series of camera-phone pictures of the kiosk and its proprietors and advised Graburn to purchase the DVD as evidence. He did so with barely concealed rage. When he demanded a receipt, he received only a blank stare until something was eventually sketched on a scrap of paper in foreign characters.