Imagine my frustration, then, when I managed to open the back of the camera without rewinding the film. Surprisingly good weed and a decade of automatic cameras had lulled me into complacency when dealing with film. Nevertheless, I slammed the camera shut (sort of) confident that most of the roll would be fine having only been exposed for a second in the buildings dark interior. I reshot the floor and moved on. "The hell with it", I said, I'm here to party anyway".