In my previous post, I basically called a young video tech guy an asshole. Well, as it turns out, he wasn't really an asshole. He was merely young. And the son of the owner of the venue.
This does explain a lot. He wasn't a bad guy. He just had the detachment of someone consistently shielded from consequences, most likely as a result of being born into ludicrous wealth (have you seen Capitale?). Or maybe he was just stoned. Either way, I can't really blame him. If I'd had his life, who knows what kind of monster I'd be? (Flying Spaghetti Monster?)