Basically wherever you’re told to leave, you go, wherever the line of traffic or people are going, you go the opposite way. It’s kind of an eerie, almost lonely feeling as your passing by people and they’re screaming “wrong way buddy!!!” and I’m saying “I know, I know, I’m nuts to be doing this but I’m press”. Then you get to another police checkpoint, flash the press pass, and the cop gives you that “I ain’t responsible for you” lecture. After that, you’re basically free to do go wherever you want.