He's woken up by a harsh ray of sunshine. His eyes open. We pan out to see him sleeping on a busy city street's bus bench. He's down town. There's people passing him. In Both directions. He makes his way into a sitting position. He yawns.... pats his hands around. And when he can't find what he's looking for his eye widen and he begins to panic...
He imidietly reaches into his bag thats stashed under the bench... his eyes widen again as he gets a grip on his camera.
"You ain't much! but you're all I got" Right as he say's this he hears his stomach growling... he looks both way thinking of something to eat.
"You're all I got... we have to finish this project together. Before we're allowed to eat."
He takes out a cigarette and a prescription bottle full of pills.. The smile he had staring into the lens of his own camera is over come with the face of a desperate addict. he takes two pills before he stands up and starts his day...
Thursday, July 10, 2014
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.
Yeah...
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.
You gotta start writing more. It'll help with the spelling.
Yeah...
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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