Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Scene 1 act 1

It was something I needed to do... It was something I needed to do. I needed to do everything. This is so overwhelming.
You gotta start writing more. It'll help with the spelling.


The scene should start off with him walking home....
It's still night out, dawn in coming. He walks through the streets. He watches the cleaning cars clean the streets. Everything is dirty, he's dirty too.

He keeps walking, mean while he drinks a mickey of cheap bourbon.

"Pussy" The scream comes from behind the dumpster. It scares him, but in his drunken stupor he decides to take out his trusty old camera. An old lil relbel with a 50 mm on it. He sneaks behind the dumpster and snaps a photo.

It's dark... the image is blurry, but it's perfect. It's exacly what he needed to finish his work.
The subject an elderly lunatic looking for cans that can talk back to her continues her search without even noticing.
He keeps moving. The day is just beginning to break as he gets to his special place. The Sun is just starting to show his face in the horizon as he sets up the tripod ....

He takes the pictures of the sunrise...

"What'er you doing you bum?"  she asked him. The same woman from the dumpster.

"How's you find me?" he asks. He knows what she's going to say...

"Shut up you fuck face!"

They both just stand there in the sunset and stare. 

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