It gets weird at the Jersey shore after Labor Day. No one’s driving slowly anymore because the cops don’t care, or the cops were part-timers anyway and are back on the mainland. The whole barrier island becomes a construction site. Some businesses are still open, others already said fuck it. More than any other place here, the boardwalk — home to three piers of amusement rides and you don’t want to know what else — really loses it by mid-September. Behind the lens at this moment there’s a guy giving a shopkeeper the business about Jesus Christ, and the shopkeeper is having none of it. Two old dames are driving too fast in their motorized chairs and laughing hysterically. There are no rides running and no one young enough left to want them. And then there are these two guys. (2020)