For an ensemble cast I would have these actors in my story.
Maria- female, 30's, good looking trophy wife of Jefe. EVA LONGORIA
Jefe- male, late 30's, the oldest brother. A suit wearing fat-cat. Feared and respected mafioso boss. JAVIER BARDEM.
Johnny- male, late 20's, casual suit wearing, good looking and charming anti-hero. GAEL GARCIA BERNARD.
Tony- male, late 30's, casual suit wearing, goes with the flow attitude, very likable, middle brother. ETHAN HAWKE
Roberto- male, late 30's. 2nd in command. The leader of the team. Always wears sunglasses. A badass. Quiet and to the point. Jefe's advisor. UNKNOWN ACTOR
Carlos- male, late 20's. Obnoxious even in his casual suit. He's the wild one, but also the most logical when needed. He is the closest to Johnny because they are the youngest brothers. DIEGO LUNA
Border Patrolman- male, late 30's. He's a mean tough guy. He's by the book, but everyone has his price. GIOVANNI RIBISI
Gas Attendant- male, mid 20's. Slack jawed yokel, but he's not as dumb as he looks. BEN FOSTER
Hotel Clerk- male, late 30's. Almost obvious homosexual, but still very professional. SETH GREEN
Bartender- male, 50's. Older with grey hairs but still very sexy. Full of wisdom and wit. Knows how to read people. HUGH LAURIE
Mexican Goddess- female, 20's. Seductive but deadly, she sparks with sexuality. Very easy to approach, but conniving. MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Health
A person works out and works hard at being healthy his entire first quarter century. Only to find out he's going to die anyway in a year because of a virus/cancer. Its his journey to do what he always wanted.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Movies for women that aren't "chick flicks"
I'd like to see a movie where the lady makes the big mistake and the story is about her changing to make things work with her love.
Does that sound hard to make?
Cause its usually the guy that does that kind of soul searching and discovers he loves the gal in Hollywood. Anyway I am trying to come up with "anti-chick flick" movies that are about women for women.
Does that sound hard to make?
Cause its usually the guy that does that kind of soul searching and discovers he loves the gal in Hollywood. Anyway I am trying to come up with "anti-chick flick" movies that are about women for women.
Lolita
I got stared down by a 15-16 year old blonde haired girl and trying to figure out how to deal with this since I'm no longer 20. Do I just look back at her like I don't get it or do I just smile and walk off. I did the latter...
I've decided to write a Lolita story and use my dating younger women experience as fuel for the fire.
I'm too old to date anyone younger than 18 and 18 is really pushing it. These girls don't even know what to do with the beautiful bodies they got.
I got lots of flack for dating an 18 year old when I was in my mid-twenties. After dating around when I moved to California, I met all these 18-19 year olds to date. I'm lucky I age slowly. Too bad for them I want someone my age.
I've decided to write a Lolita story and use my dating younger women experience as fuel for the fire.
I'm too old to date anyone younger than 18 and 18 is really pushing it. These girls don't even know what to do with the beautiful bodies they got.
I got lots of flack for dating an 18 year old when I was in my mid-twenties. After dating around when I moved to California, I met all these 18-19 year olds to date. I'm lucky I age slowly. Too bad for them I want someone my age.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
4-3-2-1=CREDITLINE
4 brothers is Gang of Four
3 brothers Gang of Three
2 brothers is Blood in the water
1 brother is CREDITLINE
3 brothers Gang of Three
2 brothers is Blood in the water
1 brother is CREDITLINE
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Great day for a Funeral
Thats me. I sure was cute wasn't I? I was so cute, everyone said it. It got pretty annoying but I don't hold that against them though.....I was a good kid for the most part, I didn't cry much or talk much for that matter, which led my mother to believe I was sick or half mute or something. Thats why I was taken to visit the doctor often until he told her this was a normal thing for some children, some kids just want to be quiet. I did all the normal things kids do, but much to my mother's dismay I grew out of that phase pretty quickly.
I went to school and did pretty well. I wouldn't say I did great because I never pursued anything past a few semesters in college, but that doesn't mean I didn't like to learn, but to me school was a form of rote learning and I wanted to learn by doing. Yeah I was more interested in partying sure, what twenty year old didn't? I met Maria while partying. I called her Marie instead of Maria from the start cause I was a little inebriated, which she hated, but she allowed me to call her that anyway. To this day I still don't know why she would let me. Anyway, we met at one of those parties. We met thru a mutual friend at the break of dawn at Pikers Cliff, which used to be a makeout area of the time, now its a goddamn apartment complex or something. We eventually hooked up and made ourselves a couple. Later that year is when we decided we'd make the setting permanent. We got married that October, and from then on tried to live a normal life. As normal as two grown babies could make it. She decided she wanted to be a teacher and I a columnist for the daily paper. I didn't love my job but it paid the bills and put a roof over our heads. Plus it gave me time to be quiet.
About ten years ago, Marie got sick. Not the sickness that you get better from eventually though. It was two years of her fighting like hell while the doctors kept running tests and not coming up with any answers. I don't think I've ever recovered fully from losing her. I was never close to anyone, not even my own family except maybe my younger sister...but Marie came the closest to understanding me though I never told her anything, especially my feelings. I never told her anything, but I think she knew and understood.
I don't know what it is about today, this day of all days, but I woke up and couldn't lift my body out of bed as hard as I tried. I'm in some pain. You'd think I'd be scared but I'm not though....I did start to have these problems rather recently. Last year I started waking up in the mornings and started to cough up blood. Not everyday but every once in a while. I haven't smoked for years now so I don't know what the problem is. I had a heart attack 6 months ago too. Its the pains of growing old. So I'm stuck here in this deathbed. Sure I could yell for help, but if its my time its my time. Its OK. I'll take this hand I've been dealt. I can lay here and just think about the good times that went with the bad times. Most of the time was just filler though now that I see it in retrospect.
I went to school and did pretty well. I wouldn't say I did great because I never pursued anything past a few semesters in college, but that doesn't mean I didn't like to learn, but to me school was a form of rote learning and I wanted to learn by doing. Yeah I was more interested in partying sure, what twenty year old didn't? I met Maria while partying. I called her Marie instead of Maria from the start cause I was a little inebriated, which she hated, but she allowed me to call her that anyway. To this day I still don't know why she would let me. Anyway, we met at one of those parties. We met thru a mutual friend at the break of dawn at Pikers Cliff, which used to be a makeout area of the time, now its a goddamn apartment complex or something. We eventually hooked up and made ourselves a couple. Later that year is when we decided we'd make the setting permanent. We got married that October, and from then on tried to live a normal life. As normal as two grown babies could make it. She decided she wanted to be a teacher and I a columnist for the daily paper. I didn't love my job but it paid the bills and put a roof over our heads. Plus it gave me time to be quiet.
About ten years ago, Marie got sick. Not the sickness that you get better from eventually though. It was two years of her fighting like hell while the doctors kept running tests and not coming up with any answers. I don't think I've ever recovered fully from losing her. I was never close to anyone, not even my own family except maybe my younger sister...but Marie came the closest to understanding me though I never told her anything, especially my feelings. I never told her anything, but I think she knew and understood.
I don't know what it is about today, this day of all days, but I woke up and couldn't lift my body out of bed as hard as I tried. I'm in some pain. You'd think I'd be scared but I'm not though....I did start to have these problems rather recently. Last year I started waking up in the mornings and started to cough up blood. Not everyday but every once in a while. I haven't smoked for years now so I don't know what the problem is. I had a heart attack 6 months ago too. Its the pains of growing old. So I'm stuck here in this deathbed. Sure I could yell for help, but if its my time its my time. Its OK. I'll take this hand I've been dealt. I can lay here and just think about the good times that went with the bad times. Most of the time was just filler though now that I see it in retrospect.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Werd-Plei
If you like the Far Side by Gary Larson then Werd-Plei is right up your alley.
Alleyway shown.
Close up of red eyed stoner. "This is good pot."
Camera moves out to pots and pans that are being washed.
typing away at a keyboard.
Ahhh a mouse! standing on computer chair staring at input device.
A girlfriend or mom type bitches at someone not seen ending with "You're always screwing up".
Cut to a boy screwing in a screw upwards into a piece of wood.
Beat around the bush
Shooting the breeze.
Alleyway shown.
Close up of red eyed stoner. "This is good pot."
Camera moves out to pots and pans that are being washed.
typing away at a keyboard.
Ahhh a mouse! standing on computer chair staring at input device.
A girlfriend or mom type bitches at someone not seen ending with "You're always screwing up".
Cut to a boy screwing in a screw upwards into a piece of wood.
Beat around the bush
Shooting the breeze.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Threesome
3some......................
how it works....................
Danny and Ginger have hot sex. Incredibly hot sex. Exhausting sex.
Ginger lays there afterward and tells him about Jennie being dumped by her boyfriend. Danny says yeah a cute girl like that deserves better.?
The next day, she and her friends are having coffee and talking about their sex lives.
Their conversation revolves about how great Ginger got it the night before.
Jenny states that she would love to feel that good. Ginger implies that Jenny should feel that good.
That day Danny comes home and sees both ladies there chatting on the couch.
Danny quotes something about a hard day of work and needing to let off some stress.
Jenny comes over and sits right next to Danny, touching his shoulder lightly rubbing him.
Danny looks straight at Ginger. He feels hot for Jenny but is loyal to Ginger. But Ginger isn't mad. In fact, she's loving right now.
Ginger looks at him seductively and says "Happy Anniversary baby."
Danny looks over and Jenny starts kissing his neck as Ginger comes up and does the same.
how it works....................
Danny and Ginger have hot sex. Incredibly hot sex. Exhausting sex.
Ginger lays there afterward and tells him about Jennie being dumped by her boyfriend. Danny says yeah a cute girl like that deserves better.?
The next day, she and her friends are having coffee and talking about their sex lives.
Their conversation revolves about how great Ginger got it the night before.
Jenny states that she would love to feel that good. Ginger implies that Jenny should feel that good.
That day Danny comes home and sees both ladies there chatting on the couch.
Danny quotes something about a hard day of work and needing to let off some stress.
Jenny comes over and sits right next to Danny, touching his shoulder lightly rubbing him.
Danny looks straight at Ginger. He feels hot for Jenny but is loyal to Ginger. But Ginger isn't mad. In fact, she's loving right now.
Ginger looks at him seductively and says "Happy Anniversary baby."
Danny looks over and Jenny starts kissing his neck as Ginger comes up and does the same.
Monday, May 18, 2009
A chocolate shop
A father and his son walk in the dark. All that can be seen are two pairs of eyes moving.
(walking)
Peep: How much further Pa? My legs are killing me.
Pa: Hollow legs?
No answer.
Pa: I don't know, a mile, maybe less.
Peep: What time do you think it is? 9? 10?
Pa: Its probably near midnight.
(Walking)
Peep: Pa?
Pa: Yeah?
Peep: How did you meet Ma?.
(walking)
Peep: Pa?
Pa: That's a good one. How I met Henrietta.
Peep: Is this an adventure story?
Pa: I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Just listen, kid....I was in college. They were giving out free chocolate samples. I walked into the shop. I smiled at the lady at the cash register. She was young and beautiful.
She said "I'll be right with you." I nibbled on my free chocolates. I got a single truffle that she rang me up for. Then I stood silent and waited.
I looked at her, but she was turned away from me, diligently doing her merchandising. I let out a little voice so she would know I was still there. "I'll be right with you," she said. She turned around and saw me again. She thought there was something wrong. She came out from behind the counter. She had these beautiful dark eyes, I could see the world in them.
"For you," I said. I hoped she would give me a peck on the lips worthy of the best romantic novel.
Peep: Oh Geez.
Pa: "Thanks," she said instead, looking down at the truffle that she had accepted. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
"What do females ever do with chocolate" I said, as I looked down at the floor. "You tell me how sweet I am, you eat it, then life goes on." She said "So, it's the thought that counts? That's what you're saying?" "Yeah. I guess so." I replied.
"You thought this would make me notice you?" she asked.
"I wanted to tell you how I feel," I said solemnly.
She was quiet for a good moment.
I asked her if it worked.
"Not really," she said. "I work in a shop full of chocolates and I'm not incredibly fond of truffles. Couldn't you be more original than this?"
"I know that females love chocolates and ponies. I couldn't very well bring a pony in here, now could I?"
"No, I guess not" she said.
I started to leave but she asked me to wait. I turned around to her smiling at me. I looked down and that was when I noticed she had something for me. It was another single piece of chocolate.
Peep: That was an interesting story Pa, maybe one day I'll meet a nice chick.
Pa: The story worked, we're almost home.
(walking)
The lights from the house get brighter on the father and son. They are chickens. Evil looking, cyborg chickens.
Peep: Pa, you think I'll meet someone as nice as Ma?
Pa: Of course. I wouldn't doubt it for a second.
Pa closes the door. A Chicken CLUCK is heard.
The end.
(walking)
Peep: How much further Pa? My legs are killing me.
Pa: Hollow legs?
No answer.
Pa: I don't know, a mile, maybe less.
Peep: What time do you think it is? 9? 10?
Pa: Its probably near midnight.
(Walking)
Peep: Pa?
Pa: Yeah?
Peep: How did you meet Ma?.
(walking)
Peep: Pa?
Pa: That's a good one. How I met Henrietta.
Peep: Is this an adventure story?
Pa: I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Just listen, kid....I was in college. They were giving out free chocolate samples. I walked into the shop. I smiled at the lady at the cash register. She was young and beautiful.
She said "I'll be right with you." I nibbled on my free chocolates. I got a single truffle that she rang me up for. Then I stood silent and waited.
I looked at her, but she was turned away from me, diligently doing her merchandising. I let out a little voice so she would know I was still there. "I'll be right with you," she said. She turned around and saw me again. She thought there was something wrong. She came out from behind the counter. She had these beautiful dark eyes, I could see the world in them.
"For you," I said. I hoped she would give me a peck on the lips worthy of the best romantic novel.
Peep: Oh Geez.
Pa: "Thanks," she said instead, looking down at the truffle that she had accepted. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
"What do females ever do with chocolate" I said, as I looked down at the floor. "You tell me how sweet I am, you eat it, then life goes on." She said "So, it's the thought that counts? That's what you're saying?" "Yeah. I guess so." I replied.
"You thought this would make me notice you?" she asked.
"I wanted to tell you how I feel," I said solemnly.
She was quiet for a good moment.
I asked her if it worked.
"Not really," she said. "I work in a shop full of chocolates and I'm not incredibly fond of truffles. Couldn't you be more original than this?"
"I know that females love chocolates and ponies. I couldn't very well bring a pony in here, now could I?"
"No, I guess not" she said.
I started to leave but she asked me to wait. I turned around to her smiling at me. I looked down and that was when I noticed she had something for me. It was another single piece of chocolate.
Peep: That was an interesting story Pa, maybe one day I'll meet a nice chick.
Pa: The story worked, we're almost home.
(walking)
The lights from the house get brighter on the father and son. They are chickens. Evil looking, cyborg chickens.
Peep: Pa, you think I'll meet someone as nice as Ma?
Pa: Of course. I wouldn't doubt it for a second.
Pa closes the door. A Chicken CLUCK is heard.
The end.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Literary Agent
Dear Literary Agent
,
I am a somewhat young writer, thirty years old. I have written and directed numerous short films and written 3 feature length scripts since getting serious about my craft four years ago.
They are: Blood in the Water, a feature length thriller screenplay I wrote about two brothers that fall in love with the same woman, their feud for her leads to deadly consequences. Roach Coach, a comedy story about a food truck owner in Los Angeles who dreams of owning a real restaurant, but is blackmailed from doing so by his female coworker. My latest finished script is a thriller, BRING JOHNNY HOME(stylized in caps), about the head of a Mexican mafioso getting out of prison from a year long sentence to find out his recent wife is pregnant and his youngest brother, Johnny, is missing.
I would be happy to send any of these screenplays for you to look at, if you'd like. I'm particularly proud of BRING JOHNNY HOME.
The reason I'm asking for a query is that I'm hard at work on my newest feature length screenplay, The Clocks That Can't Be Fixed, about a Mediterranean child raised by adoptive Caucasian parents in a small Midwestern town who decides to look for his biological parents who now reside in California and finds out he is not an only child. The theme for this story is that there is never enough time to do what you want, so spend that time wisely. The pages are in pretty good shape, and I'd also be delighted to show you this one.
On my list of works to write is Creditline, set in the future when everyone has credit limits instead of money, where one man's credit and identity disappears after he witnesses a high-profile murder. The other script I'm working on is Celebrity, about a well known celebrity who is caught burglarizing a jewelry shop by the owner and escapes by committing murder in the public eye, and while on bail, freely roams the streets while tensions rise among his neighbors, family, and friends around him as he pretends that nothing has happened.
Please be in touch and tell me if you'd like to see some of my material. In the meantime, I appreciate you taking the time to read my letter.
Best Regards,
Danny Derakhshan
,
I am a somewhat young writer, thirty years old. I have written and directed numerous short films and written 3 feature length scripts since getting serious about my craft four years ago.
They are: Blood in the Water, a feature length thriller screenplay I wrote about two brothers that fall in love with the same woman, their feud for her leads to deadly consequences. Roach Coach, a comedy story about a food truck owner in Los Angeles who dreams of owning a real restaurant, but is blackmailed from doing so by his female coworker. My latest finished script is a thriller, BRING JOHNNY HOME(stylized in caps), about the head of a Mexican mafioso getting out of prison from a year long sentence to find out his recent wife is pregnant and his youngest brother, Johnny, is missing.
I would be happy to send any of these screenplays for you to look at, if you'd like. I'm particularly proud of BRING JOHNNY HOME.
The reason I'm asking for a query is that I'm hard at work on my newest feature length screenplay, The Clocks That Can't Be Fixed, about a Mediterranean child raised by adoptive Caucasian parents in a small Midwestern town who decides to look for his biological parents who now reside in California and finds out he is not an only child. The theme for this story is that there is never enough time to do what you want, so spend that time wisely. The pages are in pretty good shape, and I'd also be delighted to show you this one.
On my list of works to write is Creditline, set in the future when everyone has credit limits instead of money, where one man's credit and identity disappears after he witnesses a high-profile murder. The other script I'm working on is Celebrity, about a well known celebrity who is caught burglarizing a jewelry shop by the owner and escapes by committing murder in the public eye, and while on bail, freely roams the streets while tensions rise among his neighbors, family, and friends around him as he pretends that nothing has happened.
Please be in touch and tell me if you'd like to see some of my material. In the meantime, I appreciate you taking the time to read my letter.
Best Regards,
Danny Derakhshan
Monday, March 23, 2009
Woman escapes from mental institution
Gerald sits down to a cup of hot chocolate. He turns on the TV and watches his favorite Simpsons cartoon. The cartoon goes to a commercial where on the TV a newsbroadcast has the anchorman reporting the quick news. "Mental Institute had three escaped women leave this morning. Now two of them have been caught. The third woman, now known as Miss Janine Sumperton is still at large."
Gerald spits out his hot chocolate at the news. That escaped woman is his ex wife and mother of his child who is at a birthday party that evening. He knew he didn't feel right coming home tonight as if someone was there all along. He quickly gets up and goes to the kitchen to grab a towel and the phone. He goes in the kitchen, grabs a white towel. He doesn't care that it'll be shit brown from the chocolate he needs to clean up. He goes back to the living room and grabs the phone on the way. He drops the towel to where the chocolate has been spit out and dabs it with his foot. As he does this, he dials the police department.
"Hello, I need personal affairs." "yeah, this is Jim, said a voice. "Jim, my wife is Janine Sumperton, well my ex wife, she escaped this morning. I need to get a patrol car here for tonight for me and my son Timothy." After much discussing with the detective, Gerald hangs up.
Footsteps are overheard from the backyard. Gerald slowly goes back and flips the lightswitch on. He peers out, but sees nothing. "I better turn on some lights until the police get here." He starts to turn on other lights just to be safe. He gets to the front and turns on the outdoor lights. A hand comes down and grabs him by the throat. It is Janine! He struggles and out the door he can hear police officers come up to the front door and ring the doorbell.
"Open the door, and talk to them, but do not let them in." says Janine.
Gerald spits out his hot chocolate at the news. That escaped woman is his ex wife and mother of his child who is at a birthday party that evening. He knew he didn't feel right coming home tonight as if someone was there all along. He quickly gets up and goes to the kitchen to grab a towel and the phone. He goes in the kitchen, grabs a white towel. He doesn't care that it'll be shit brown from the chocolate he needs to clean up. He goes back to the living room and grabs the phone on the way. He drops the towel to where the chocolate has been spit out and dabs it with his foot. As he does this, he dials the police department.
"Hello, I need personal affairs." "yeah, this is Jim, said a voice. "Jim, my wife is Janine Sumperton, well my ex wife, she escaped this morning. I need to get a patrol car here for tonight for me and my son Timothy." After much discussing with the detective, Gerald hangs up.
Footsteps are overheard from the backyard. Gerald slowly goes back and flips the lightswitch on. He peers out, but sees nothing. "I better turn on some lights until the police get here." He starts to turn on other lights just to be safe. He gets to the front and turns on the outdoor lights. A hand comes down and grabs him by the throat. It is Janine! He struggles and out the door he can hear police officers come up to the front door and ring the doorbell.
"Open the door, and talk to them, but do not let them in." says Janine.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Write down everything that we did as a group
At the age of 14 I had never seen a hardcore porno and admitted it to my friends who immediately took me to Justin's house, where The Fugitive was being held. The VHS tape box was for The Fugitive, but we had secretly named it The Fugitive with the Stolen Dildo because, well...it was a hardcore porno tape dubbed over The Fugitive. That tape went around and around our circle of friends and eventually was given outside the circle and never recovered.
Every Wednesday was recycling day, where the trucks would come get clean recyclables. I had a better plan. I would ditch school that day and go around from house to house with giant plastic garbage bags. I would go through the recyclables and take all the aluminum cans with me until I had a full bag or two. By 11 am, I had about 20 dollars worth of cans and took them to the little recycling centers that are in the parking lot of the grocery store. I did this like clockwork.
We would sometimes peep on other people in their homes. Once we saw this chick and dude come into the living room and they were very affectionate and sensual with each other. The chick was wearing a robe and the dude had his shirt off, we figured out what they were doing earlier.
We all saw a UFO the night nobody had any drugs or alcohol on us. One night we were all hanging out and there was nothing else to do so we went walking around the neighborhood finding places to hang out. We ended up near a creek just smoking cigarettes into the night. Later, Mitch noticed something in the sky hovering very slowly. Not so slowly that it would be anything we would know it would have been. We watched this thing hover around slowly in the sky for what felt like thirty minutes. We all agreed we were completely sober and that it must have been an alien ship. I still don't know what it was.
As we talked on the phone, it was important for us to talk in code in case our parents were listening in to our plans. So meet up spots had codenames like titty bridge because the bridge looked like it was a chick laying on her back with upright nipples poking out, vince's bridge was next to Vince's house but that wasn't a great codename, danny's crack was my hilarious attempt at wanting my own meetup place. It was just a spot that two houses almost met but the fences didn't meet so it was a crack or narrow getaway, the trees was meeting inside a tree. It was a huge tree that we had made into a reverse moat. We moved all the limbs around to the outer edge so we could hang out without people seeing us, though a smoking tree was probably noticeable.
When we didn't have a car, the only place to hang out was the back of buildings. There was a Blockbuster video that we'd hang out behind it smoking and drinking. One day me and Vince almost got into a fist fight when he kicked paint over me when we were drunk. After we had ingested the necessary alcohol. I went and sat by this door and lit up a cigarette. I guess Vince didn't know what the hell he was doing. He saw some paint cans about ten feet away from me and just kicked the shit out of one of them. The little paint can came flying at me and this greyish water splattered all over me. I was fucking pissed. I pushed him because I wasn't blind with rage but pissed enough to want him to apologize but he was drunk and didn't back down. There were metal rods that were about 6 feet long by the area and I grabbed one and chucked it at him. Luckily it missed but I saw how scared he got and threw 4 or 5 more near him. I think we took some barely visible punches and said "Fuck it, its not worth fighting, i'm piss drunk" and he gave me a cigarette and we were good again.
Me and Vince got drunk together one night and stayed up all night running around goofing off. The sun started showing up and we realized that we didn't have to be the kids that were sneaking out at night anymore so we got out our skateboards at 7am and rolled around trying to do stunts not quite drunk anymore but just awake. We barely had any energy to do weak tricks and even those weren't that great.
Vince, Me and David were hanging out together when Vince's mother paged him. So we went to his house where Vince was told that the family was going somewhere for an hour or two, which Vince still tried to fight to stay with us and hang out. So anyway, the 3 of us went outside and what me and Dave heard was Vince say "You guys can stay inside my house when you are gone. We'll be back in a few hours." What Vince had said was "You guys can stay ON THE SIDE of the house." Me and David knew where Vince's spare key was as did all our friends know each others secrets. So me and Dave go smoke a cigarette half a mile away and wait for them to leave.
So we get inside and the alarm goes off. "Why didn't Vince turn it off if he knew we were going to be in here watching TV?" I had said. David and me got a brilliant idea that Vince must've changed the code to something easy. I dialed in 1.2.3.4. The alarm went off! Cool!
Me and David turned on the TV and grabbed some Bugles from the pantry. A phone call came in and the caller ID said "Alarm Company". I picked it up and calmly gave the explanation. The guy on the phone said to let the police know when they came cause they had to. So that is how we almost got arrested for "breaking in" by using the keys to Vince's house so we could watch TV while Vince went somewhere for a few hours. The cops came and questioned us. Put us in cuffs and threw us in the backseat of the car...just as Vince and his family come back. The cops ask Vince's mother if she wants to press charges and she says "Hell no, get them out of those handcuffs." Vince seemed more upset that we had eaten his Bugles than being in his house.
We all knew what time that David's parents went to work. I think we hung out at David's because both his parents worked, this was the late 1990's and not everyone worked back then, lots of stay at home moms etc. Well we got used to going there that we planned our days around it. We might go to first class, then ditch the rest of the day over at his house. His parents were gone at 10:30am. So we'd wait near the house, say half a block away behind a trash can or behind some bushes until we spied his parents cars leave for work. Then we'd creep out and knock on Davids door to get in and start smoking weed.
Along with David's house came a rule for the closest of friends. It was called the "4:30 plan". David stated that everyone had to leave at 4:30 because his parents came home. So everybody said goodbye and left, except for the crew. We would walk about 2 to 3 blocks and then cut behind houses and appear at David's backdoor, this time it would just be the boys and we would hang out for another hour or so. That was the 4:30 plan.
There was a little trailer on a spot of land in the suburbs by David's home. The trailer looked uninhabited so we got into it and made it a home away from home. The trailer was the place to go before David's parents went to work. We would hang out and smoke or drink. Some dudes fucked girls in there, it got pretty crazy. It was dirty and nasty in there but it was a place to keep out of the snow until we could get into a house.
Once we got used to theft from businesses instead of buying them. I got out a school notebook and created 10 daring escape acts for theft. One from 7'11 to steal a lifetime supply of cigarettes, one from the liquor store for a lifetime supply of liquor, Stealing from Amini's Galleria for two $100 dollar pool sticks, and more I can't think of anymore. The plot was written down, mapped my escapes and what its value was in the pawn shops. Well for some asshole reason, Travis said it would be great to steal from the highest on the list first. Amini's Galleria. Then someone thought it would be great to get drunk first. Bad idea. Me and this kid Noah got drunk and got dropped off and went in and did a grab and run kind of scenario. Completely off from what I planned and we got caught a mile down the road after running from them. The Arab guys that owned the place beat the living shit out of me while waiting for the cops. One funny thing I said was "I swear to Allah, I'm sorry." I was really drunk and deserved all those punches in the face. The cops came and one of the cops that showed was my friend's mother. That was bad.
Me and Justin figured out how to steal alcohol from Homeland grocery. We did it quite successfully and got the house of 5 girls and 5 boys somewhat drunk. Now what happened is one of the hotter girls asks if I'll go steal more for me and her. I tell her no because i'm good and buzzed already. She starts to play with my dick in my pants and asks again. That was enough to get me going to the store. So me and Justin go back in happily walking through the grocery store with stupid smiles on our drunken faces putting cases upon cases of beer under the grocery cart space and walk it out. As we hit the parking lot, 2 guys come up behind us and Justin gets escorted away. I start running and this guy tackles me. He tries to handcuff me but I pull some crazy ass linebacker from the NFL twist and run off. I think I'm okay a half mile out, but he chases me down and catches me and brings me back where they called our parents. I remember being a complete dickhead to them. They took our photos which I smiled for the Polaroid camera. What an arrogant asshole I was. Anyway, we had to do 8 hours community service for the store, cleaning the store a week later.
Betrayal karma for me was when I stole from someone's sack of marijuana and hid it in my shoe. Later that night we went skateboarding in a no skateboarding zone apparently because the cops came and gave us tickets for it. Also they searched us and the cop asked me to take off my shoes, which brought the bud into view and I was arrested and taken to CIC, Children in Custody I think. While in there I figured I was in jail so I should start working out. I did pushups and sit ups until some guy yelled at me to stop.
I had to be taken to a "Scared Straight" program where I was dropped off at some government building and had Convicts having to tell us how bad it is in prison. I was ready to be bored off my ass for 8 hours. I walked in and saw my best friend David sitting in the back row. Me and him sat there joking around the whole time as I was pointing people out and stating what they were there for notably the fine little girls for prostitution.
Me and David getting in an argument about Beth. He told me that he liked her and I thought I'd do him a huge favor and go up and try to hook them up. She said she liked David as a friend(it turned out she wanted Travis because he had a car, women go figure) and I told him that. He was struck down pretty hard. He unfriended me for a long ass time too. I remember he threw a party and I wasn't invited. That sucked. He had a slingshot on the roof when I came to apologize and pelted the fuck out of me with rocks. I remember after a month or so, I saw him and he was completely happy to see me, I thought he was faking so he could punch me in the face but he hugged me and we were cool again.
Me and Justin got in a fight about something. But he took my PA and mic out and left it outside. Damn what did I do?
The only person that we didn't get in fights was Vince, we argued and shit but it wasn't like we stopped talking together. The coolest thing about us was that it was mostly just "forget it, lets talk about something else" kind of scenario. We always joked around about our races in our friends clique. David was Asian, Justin was white, Vince was Italian, Mitch was Irish, Travis was half Indian, and me Iranian. The group joked that we were the United Nations but cooler. I think me and Vince said that Persians and Italians would join forces and if the Italians didn't put you in cement shoes, the Persians would blow you up.
Mitch was mad the latest at the group. He fell asleep before everyone else one night a year ago. We posted the pics up on MySpace and he was pissed the fuck off. I didn't think it was too bad of a photo. It was him next to some flowers and he was sleepy, I think the guys were fucked up and it was pretty harmless but he took it really closely. Anyway, we are friends still. Its weird now because me and Mitch were not the closest in the group but I know that as we've grown, we are more like minded and I know we'd be hanging out everyday if I was in OKC today. We'd be off shooting guns, fishing on a boat we'd work on together.
Getting in a fight with Steve and Dwayne. I was in the car, Vince got punched by Steve. Weird, I think they just wanted to fight.
Dave was always starting fires. Haha. Just random matches being started and flung. Fucking hilarious.
Justin going overboard on stealing CD's and just stealing anything because he could and was good.
We all had pager codes. 33 for me, 6916 for Dave, 69 was meet up, 666 meant abort the mission(more on that) 20 20 was come see me. We had code names for meet up places.
The missions were to sneak out at night, and get into some trouble. We had a time where we stole all the bicycles left outside, once my entire garage in my house had 20 bikes in there. One night the bike I had stolen had broke its chain. I had to find a bike to bike home with and the only thing availabe around was a little girls pink bike. Fuck, I had to roll that home and ditched it around my house.
I think everyone tried to get with KC. Us being guys and she was blonde and had boobs. It was weird. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing on top of her. I'm an idiot. She had great breasts. Turned out she is a smart little firecracker.
Vince's first girlfriend was drunk and so was I, Vince was drunk too, he was in the backseat of the car with her in the middle and me and him on each side. I guess she was too fucked up and started groping me, fondling my junk and nudging me with her face on my neck. I knew Vince was my friend but I was drunk and I didn't say anything, plus I was pretty drunk 16 year old, she was 18 or 19. I told him later on in life and we had such a laugh about it.
Justin was the craziest next to Mitch. We experimented heavily with alcohol and wanted to see how good we could drive drunk. Justin would down a bottle of vodka and we would too. Put on our seatbelts and just go very very fast on the highway. Turn left, turn right, turn left etc, until we were lost in the boonies of Oklahoma and try to find our way back.
I got in a fight with those 6 black dudes over a pager which I was showing off. My brother loaned me his pager so I could look cool at school. Going home with my pals, a crew of black kids came out. Justin and Vince hid their pagers but I didn't understand why. The black guys fucked with me and then this one little guy came in and slapped me. I saw red. I threw my coat off and started after him and then five of his friends came in to the fight. I got a lot of punches at me and I gave a lot of punches. It was weird cause the next day at school all the black guys in the hallway gave me this "head nod" like they heard I was crazy son of a bitch or something. Also the black girls at the school kinda looked at me too. Fun times.
I had never been in a fight before and told my friends. They hooked me up. They found a kid that hadn't been in a fight either and he was this Asian kid. I forget his name but I met him a few years later and I think we were cool and realized it was stupid. The funny thing was he tried karate on me and I punched him in the top of his head. Not the best fight I'd ever been in.
Vince and me driving at night, a cop flicks his lights on, we think he's pulling us over and we have 30 valium on us. We decide to take half the bottle each, he goes first, swigging the bottle ingesting all of them. We spend half the night keeping him awake driving by the hospital in a large mile radius. Drinking a gallon of water, trying to make him throw up, etc.
Drove 2 cars full of people to Dallas for the Metallica concert, one of the cars stopped on the highway, so we packed 8 people in one little car. On the way back home, we met these ugly girls from Denton that drove a few of the guys home and wanted us to sleep with them. They were really ugly. I was wasted but even I could tell they were butt ugly.
Brian Grant- we sold him Hawaiian weed, which he happily bought. Nowadays, I think he did know it was fake but wanted friends so he pretended it got him high
High school I barely attended, showing up for lunch just to sell consumables. I was known as Dan the Acid Man in my sophomore year. I was always business back then. My friends and I would smoke pot all the time and even though I had taken LSD before I was not a big user. My selling point was that I was always on the acid and it was good. I even had buy one get one free on Halloween where I grossed 3k.
We met at the Clubhouse in Bluff Creek to plan out the days activities, smoke out.
Billy Ballews(?) We all decided to ditch class and go there to play video games. We all had about 2 bucks with us so we just walked around lazily playing a game or two. I happened to walk in a lonely corner and found a money bag full of tokens. I tried to contain myself and grabbed the 8 or so friends I had and passed out tokens to all them evenly. We played games for the next 4 hours where I learned to trick a ticket machine into giving me all the tickets it had. I took about 14,000 tickets to the counter once we were ready to leave and got the biggest electronic prize they had which was a Walkman. We walked across the street to the Venture and I returned it for 20 bucks which we bought some weed with. Possibly the greatest adventure day ever.
Me and Justin became friends because of a business deal. He had 2 copies of The Crow(which I still own today) and we negotiated I was to take him out for pizza after we smoked out,at the Fazoli's restaurant it was their grand opening. I went to the bathroom in Fazolis and unknown to me, Justin poured a shitload of red pepper on my pizza, I didn't notice as I came back and took huge bites. I ended up puking in the bathroom of the new restaurant. Best friends since that. The son of a bitch got me good.
When I was 14 my parents said they were wanting to leave for the weekend. I got the idea to throw a house party. Me and Zack created invite posters on his computer. I passed them out all over the school like I saw in some movie where the school is littered with invites. The principal calls me in to her office and she has one. The invite said BYOS (Bring your own stuff). She laughed and asked if she could come. I said anyone could come thats why there were flyers. Friday night came and about 50 people showed up, but my parents ended up not leaving for one reason or another. Cops showed up and everyone bailed, including me. I was seeing other people running and I started running. I got quite a bit of laughing at the next day at school. I never threw a party again.
Someone told me that Brandon had called my sister a slut. I went around saying I was going to kick his ass if I ever saw him again. Later that week, I was stoned and we drove to the 7'11. I'm in the passenger seat listening to music when Brandon shows up, sees me, comes right at me and tells me to get out of the car. I'm trying to be peaceful(I was messed up and not wanting to fight), and he sucker punched me in the face and he ran off. I was blazing mad at that point and we went searching for him. I saw him a few blocks down the road and ran at him- and got my ass kicked. He told me he was talking about KC, not my sister and we became cool again though my ego was bruised far more than my nose was.
We pulled a cigarette run at the local Stax. two groups of kids went in at different times and we got in place to steal as much as we could. Everyone got out but a good Samaritan grabbed David. We tried to get him out but couldn't. We tried everything, even breaking the back door in. Ross was kicking the door with all his might but it was the steel beam doors. David got picked up by the cops and we thought that was it for him. About an hour later, he showed up saying his parents dropped him off.
I was always around the convenience store stealing little things that I had no money for. Me and my friends could not go in if there was a certain person working who had caught us stealing.(I guess we weren't that good, or everyone eventually gets caught)I made friends with Josh, one of the guys that worked there. I did gas runs on him, then showed up later to hang out with him. He always pleaded with me not to steal from him but I had to. He only gave me a pack of cigarettes at a time. I did stock the cooler for him one day for a 6 pack of beer.
OGD: open garage door for other beer. We would go hunting at night for Open Garage Doors, or OGD as we would say over the phone. What this hunt consisted of was walking around looking for an OGD and running and grabbing all the beer in the fridge and consuming the alcoholic beverages. Once that mission was accomplished we would go on to more normal behavior like setting off fireworks and bothering people. On one occasion Dusty and Mitch broke into Brads parents garage and drank all his dads beer.
All we did was play pool instead of school. David had a pool table in his living room(awesome parents) and for some strange fate, his place became the go to place instead of rummaging the streets during school hours like Huck Finn. We would get stoned and play guitar and play loud music and shoot pool. David's parents owned a restaurant The Pagoda Garden and in his fridge was usually the most oriental foods that we always wanted to try. I think we had racoon balls once, or so David to us it was. I don't think I was ever grossed out so much after we had eaten some. Also there David came up with the staple of our teen lives: Bread, Sugar, and butter. I think we finished a loaf of bread a day.
Me and Vince were both bored of school by then. Class got out and we saw each other in the hallway. We both knew what each other wanted. To get high during school hours of course. We ran to his car, drove to his parents house, got some weed and rolled up a joint. We smogged out the car on the way back to school. Guess we weren't thinking too well back then. As we got back to the next hours class, he puts the roach in the ashtray. We get out of the car and smoke is coming out of the windows and what happens but Campus police came right then. Now this is what is interesting. We see this black cop always say "Just be honest and I'll let you go" and we lied and said we didn't have any. Regardless to say, we both got expelled from that particular high school, instead going to PC Academy which was in my opinion the greatest school ever. It was 4 hours long and I got credit for having a job.
David and the boys were hanging out and up walks Berkeley. For some reason the group didn't like him. David got up and said "hey watch this." and went up to Berkeley saying that Berkeley had talked shit about him. Berkeley denied it but David still clocked Berkeley in the face. Berkeley always feared David after that, even though they became "friends". Ahh, kids.
I got tired of asking for money in one dollar bills so came up with the scam of a lifetime. I pretended my car was broken down. I parked the car in a visible area and put the hood up. I stood around at the grocery store and asked for money, saying it was for gas and motor oil to get me to the next big city where I lived, I lived in Oklahoma City, but said I lived in Tulsa. Some nice folks gave me 5 dollars, but I was usually only asking for 3 dollars for a quart of oil. I came up with about $50 in an hour which I spent on stupid teenage things like cigarettes and gas and bottles of soda pop and probably weed.
In high school there were dozens of people asking for leftover change from getting a bag of chips. I observed a kid standing right by the machines and asked everyone for a good 5 minutes, until he had about 5 dollars from nickels, dimes and quarters.
I decided I'd go one notch higher. I took all lunches instead of going to class and came out with $25 dollars in one class day. I was asking for money, not really saying what it was for, bought myself some chips and had extra money. I don't remember what I bought with that money or how often I did it, but that was my business and finance class for me.
I quit doing drugs completely and drinking(so much) at 18. I moved to California a few years later, once I got my ideas down about what I wanted to do with the remainder of my life. Which is make films. Been here ever since doing things responsibly as a man should. "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me." 1 Corinthians 13:11
Every Wednesday was recycling day, where the trucks would come get clean recyclables. I had a better plan. I would ditch school that day and go around from house to house with giant plastic garbage bags. I would go through the recyclables and take all the aluminum cans with me until I had a full bag or two. By 11 am, I had about 20 dollars worth of cans and took them to the little recycling centers that are in the parking lot of the grocery store. I did this like clockwork.
We would sometimes peep on other people in their homes. Once we saw this chick and dude come into the living room and they were very affectionate and sensual with each other. The chick was wearing a robe and the dude had his shirt off, we figured out what they were doing earlier.
We all saw a UFO the night nobody had any drugs or alcohol on us. One night we were all hanging out and there was nothing else to do so we went walking around the neighborhood finding places to hang out. We ended up near a creek just smoking cigarettes into the night. Later, Mitch noticed something in the sky hovering very slowly. Not so slowly that it would be anything we would know it would have been. We watched this thing hover around slowly in the sky for what felt like thirty minutes. We all agreed we were completely sober and that it must have been an alien ship. I still don't know what it was.
As we talked on the phone, it was important for us to talk in code in case our parents were listening in to our plans. So meet up spots had codenames like titty bridge because the bridge looked like it was a chick laying on her back with upright nipples poking out, vince's bridge was next to Vince's house but that wasn't a great codename, danny's crack was my hilarious attempt at wanting my own meetup place. It was just a spot that two houses almost met but the fences didn't meet so it was a crack or narrow getaway, the trees was meeting inside a tree. It was a huge tree that we had made into a reverse moat. We moved all the limbs around to the outer edge so we could hang out without people seeing us, though a smoking tree was probably noticeable.
When we didn't have a car, the only place to hang out was the back of buildings. There was a Blockbuster video that we'd hang out behind it smoking and drinking. One day me and Vince almost got into a fist fight when he kicked paint over me when we were drunk. After we had ingested the necessary alcohol. I went and sat by this door and lit up a cigarette. I guess Vince didn't know what the hell he was doing. He saw some paint cans about ten feet away from me and just kicked the shit out of one of them. The little paint can came flying at me and this greyish water splattered all over me. I was fucking pissed. I pushed him because I wasn't blind with rage but pissed enough to want him to apologize but he was drunk and didn't back down. There were metal rods that were about 6 feet long by the area and I grabbed one and chucked it at him. Luckily it missed but I saw how scared he got and threw 4 or 5 more near him. I think we took some barely visible punches and said "Fuck it, its not worth fighting, i'm piss drunk" and he gave me a cigarette and we were good again.
Me and Vince got drunk together one night and stayed up all night running around goofing off. The sun started showing up and we realized that we didn't have to be the kids that were sneaking out at night anymore so we got out our skateboards at 7am and rolled around trying to do stunts not quite drunk anymore but just awake. We barely had any energy to do weak tricks and even those weren't that great.
Vince, Me and David were hanging out together when Vince's mother paged him. So we went to his house where Vince was told that the family was going somewhere for an hour or two, which Vince still tried to fight to stay with us and hang out. So anyway, the 3 of us went outside and what me and Dave heard was Vince say "You guys can stay inside my house when you are gone. We'll be back in a few hours." What Vince had said was "You guys can stay ON THE SIDE of the house." Me and David knew where Vince's spare key was as did all our friends know each others secrets. So me and Dave go smoke a cigarette half a mile away and wait for them to leave.
So we get inside and the alarm goes off. "Why didn't Vince turn it off if he knew we were going to be in here watching TV?" I had said. David and me got a brilliant idea that Vince must've changed the code to something easy. I dialed in 1.2.3.4. The alarm went off! Cool!
Me and David turned on the TV and grabbed some Bugles from the pantry. A phone call came in and the caller ID said "Alarm Company". I picked it up and calmly gave the explanation. The guy on the phone said to let the police know when they came cause they had to. So that is how we almost got arrested for "breaking in" by using the keys to Vince's house so we could watch TV while Vince went somewhere for a few hours. The cops came and questioned us. Put us in cuffs and threw us in the backseat of the car...just as Vince and his family come back. The cops ask Vince's mother if she wants to press charges and she says "Hell no, get them out of those handcuffs." Vince seemed more upset that we had eaten his Bugles than being in his house.
We all knew what time that David's parents went to work. I think we hung out at David's because both his parents worked, this was the late 1990's and not everyone worked back then, lots of stay at home moms etc. Well we got used to going there that we planned our days around it. We might go to first class, then ditch the rest of the day over at his house. His parents were gone at 10:30am. So we'd wait near the house, say half a block away behind a trash can or behind some bushes until we spied his parents cars leave for work. Then we'd creep out and knock on Davids door to get in and start smoking weed.
Along with David's house came a rule for the closest of friends. It was called the "4:30 plan". David stated that everyone had to leave at 4:30 because his parents came home. So everybody said goodbye and left, except for the crew. We would walk about 2 to 3 blocks and then cut behind houses and appear at David's backdoor, this time it would just be the boys and we would hang out for another hour or so. That was the 4:30 plan.
There was a little trailer on a spot of land in the suburbs by David's home. The trailer looked uninhabited so we got into it and made it a home away from home. The trailer was the place to go before David's parents went to work. We would hang out and smoke or drink. Some dudes fucked girls in there, it got pretty crazy. It was dirty and nasty in there but it was a place to keep out of the snow until we could get into a house.
Once we got used to theft from businesses instead of buying them. I got out a school notebook and created 10 daring escape acts for theft. One from 7'11 to steal a lifetime supply of cigarettes, one from the liquor store for a lifetime supply of liquor, Stealing from Amini's Galleria for two $100 dollar pool sticks, and more I can't think of anymore. The plot was written down, mapped my escapes and what its value was in the pawn shops. Well for some asshole reason, Travis said it would be great to steal from the highest on the list first. Amini's Galleria. Then someone thought it would be great to get drunk first. Bad idea. Me and this kid Noah got drunk and got dropped off and went in and did a grab and run kind of scenario. Completely off from what I planned and we got caught a mile down the road after running from them. The Arab guys that owned the place beat the living shit out of me while waiting for the cops. One funny thing I said was "I swear to Allah, I'm sorry." I was really drunk and deserved all those punches in the face. The cops came and one of the cops that showed was my friend's mother. That was bad.
Me and Justin figured out how to steal alcohol from Homeland grocery. We did it quite successfully and got the house of 5 girls and 5 boys somewhat drunk. Now what happened is one of the hotter girls asks if I'll go steal more for me and her. I tell her no because i'm good and buzzed already. She starts to play with my dick in my pants and asks again. That was enough to get me going to the store. So me and Justin go back in happily walking through the grocery store with stupid smiles on our drunken faces putting cases upon cases of beer under the grocery cart space and walk it out. As we hit the parking lot, 2 guys come up behind us and Justin gets escorted away. I start running and this guy tackles me. He tries to handcuff me but I pull some crazy ass linebacker from the NFL twist and run off. I think I'm okay a half mile out, but he chases me down and catches me and brings me back where they called our parents. I remember being a complete dickhead to them. They took our photos which I smiled for the Polaroid camera. What an arrogant asshole I was. Anyway, we had to do 8 hours community service for the store, cleaning the store a week later.
Betrayal karma for me was when I stole from someone's sack of marijuana and hid it in my shoe. Later that night we went skateboarding in a no skateboarding zone apparently because the cops came and gave us tickets for it. Also they searched us and the cop asked me to take off my shoes, which brought the bud into view and I was arrested and taken to CIC, Children in Custody I think. While in there I figured I was in jail so I should start working out. I did pushups and sit ups until some guy yelled at me to stop.
I had to be taken to a "Scared Straight" program where I was dropped off at some government building and had Convicts having to tell us how bad it is in prison. I was ready to be bored off my ass for 8 hours. I walked in and saw my best friend David sitting in the back row. Me and him sat there joking around the whole time as I was pointing people out and stating what they were there for notably the fine little girls for prostitution.
Me and David getting in an argument about Beth. He told me that he liked her and I thought I'd do him a huge favor and go up and try to hook them up. She said she liked David as a friend(it turned out she wanted Travis because he had a car, women go figure) and I told him that. He was struck down pretty hard. He unfriended me for a long ass time too. I remember he threw a party and I wasn't invited. That sucked. He had a slingshot on the roof when I came to apologize and pelted the fuck out of me with rocks. I remember after a month or so, I saw him and he was completely happy to see me, I thought he was faking so he could punch me in the face but he hugged me and we were cool again.
Me and Justin got in a fight about something. But he took my PA and mic out and left it outside. Damn what did I do?
The only person that we didn't get in fights was Vince, we argued and shit but it wasn't like we stopped talking together. The coolest thing about us was that it was mostly just "forget it, lets talk about something else" kind of scenario. We always joked around about our races in our friends clique. David was Asian, Justin was white, Vince was Italian, Mitch was Irish, Travis was half Indian, and me Iranian. The group joked that we were the United Nations but cooler. I think me and Vince said that Persians and Italians would join forces and if the Italians didn't put you in cement shoes, the Persians would blow you up.
Mitch was mad the latest at the group. He fell asleep before everyone else one night a year ago. We posted the pics up on MySpace and he was pissed the fuck off. I didn't think it was too bad of a photo. It was him next to some flowers and he was sleepy, I think the guys were fucked up and it was pretty harmless but he took it really closely. Anyway, we are friends still. Its weird now because me and Mitch were not the closest in the group but I know that as we've grown, we are more like minded and I know we'd be hanging out everyday if I was in OKC today. We'd be off shooting guns, fishing on a boat we'd work on together.
Getting in a fight with Steve and Dwayne. I was in the car, Vince got punched by Steve. Weird, I think they just wanted to fight.
Dave was always starting fires. Haha. Just random matches being started and flung. Fucking hilarious.
Justin going overboard on stealing CD's and just stealing anything because he could and was good.
We all had pager codes. 33 for me, 6916 for Dave, 69 was meet up, 666 meant abort the mission(more on that) 20 20 was come see me. We had code names for meet up places.
The missions were to sneak out at night, and get into some trouble. We had a time where we stole all the bicycles left outside, once my entire garage in my house had 20 bikes in there. One night the bike I had stolen had broke its chain. I had to find a bike to bike home with and the only thing availabe around was a little girls pink bike. Fuck, I had to roll that home and ditched it around my house.
I think everyone tried to get with KC. Us being guys and she was blonde and had boobs. It was weird. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing on top of her. I'm an idiot. She had great breasts. Turned out she is a smart little firecracker.
Vince's first girlfriend was drunk and so was I, Vince was drunk too, he was in the backseat of the car with her in the middle and me and him on each side. I guess she was too fucked up and started groping me, fondling my junk and nudging me with her face on my neck. I knew Vince was my friend but I was drunk and I didn't say anything, plus I was pretty drunk 16 year old, she was 18 or 19. I told him later on in life and we had such a laugh about it.
Justin was the craziest next to Mitch. We experimented heavily with alcohol and wanted to see how good we could drive drunk. Justin would down a bottle of vodka and we would too. Put on our seatbelts and just go very very fast on the highway. Turn left, turn right, turn left etc, until we were lost in the boonies of Oklahoma and try to find our way back.
I got in a fight with those 6 black dudes over a pager which I was showing off. My brother loaned me his pager so I could look cool at school. Going home with my pals, a crew of black kids came out. Justin and Vince hid their pagers but I didn't understand why. The black guys fucked with me and then this one little guy came in and slapped me. I saw red. I threw my coat off and started after him and then five of his friends came in to the fight. I got a lot of punches at me and I gave a lot of punches. It was weird cause the next day at school all the black guys in the hallway gave me this "head nod" like they heard I was crazy son of a bitch or something. Also the black girls at the school kinda looked at me too. Fun times.
I had never been in a fight before and told my friends. They hooked me up. They found a kid that hadn't been in a fight either and he was this Asian kid. I forget his name but I met him a few years later and I think we were cool and realized it was stupid. The funny thing was he tried karate on me and I punched him in the top of his head. Not the best fight I'd ever been in.
Vince and me driving at night, a cop flicks his lights on, we think he's pulling us over and we have 30 valium on us. We decide to take half the bottle each, he goes first, swigging the bottle ingesting all of them. We spend half the night keeping him awake driving by the hospital in a large mile radius. Drinking a gallon of water, trying to make him throw up, etc.
Drove 2 cars full of people to Dallas for the Metallica concert, one of the cars stopped on the highway, so we packed 8 people in one little car. On the way back home, we met these ugly girls from Denton that drove a few of the guys home and wanted us to sleep with them. They were really ugly. I was wasted but even I could tell they were butt ugly.
Brian Grant- we sold him Hawaiian weed, which he happily bought. Nowadays, I think he did know it was fake but wanted friends so he pretended it got him high
High school I barely attended, showing up for lunch just to sell consumables. I was known as Dan the Acid Man in my sophomore year. I was always business back then. My friends and I would smoke pot all the time and even though I had taken LSD before I was not a big user. My selling point was that I was always on the acid and it was good. I even had buy one get one free on Halloween where I grossed 3k.
We met at the Clubhouse in Bluff Creek to plan out the days activities, smoke out.
Billy Ballews(?) We all decided to ditch class and go there to play video games. We all had about 2 bucks with us so we just walked around lazily playing a game or two. I happened to walk in a lonely corner and found a money bag full of tokens. I tried to contain myself and grabbed the 8 or so friends I had and passed out tokens to all them evenly. We played games for the next 4 hours where I learned to trick a ticket machine into giving me all the tickets it had. I took about 14,000 tickets to the counter once we were ready to leave and got the biggest electronic prize they had which was a Walkman. We walked across the street to the Venture and I returned it for 20 bucks which we bought some weed with. Possibly the greatest adventure day ever.
Me and Justin became friends because of a business deal. He had 2 copies of The Crow(which I still own today) and we negotiated I was to take him out for pizza after we smoked out,at the Fazoli's restaurant it was their grand opening. I went to the bathroom in Fazolis and unknown to me, Justin poured a shitload of red pepper on my pizza, I didn't notice as I came back and took huge bites. I ended up puking in the bathroom of the new restaurant. Best friends since that. The son of a bitch got me good.
When I was 14 my parents said they were wanting to leave for the weekend. I got the idea to throw a house party. Me and Zack created invite posters on his computer. I passed them out all over the school like I saw in some movie where the school is littered with invites. The principal calls me in to her office and she has one. The invite said BYOS (Bring your own stuff). She laughed and asked if she could come. I said anyone could come thats why there were flyers. Friday night came and about 50 people showed up, but my parents ended up not leaving for one reason or another. Cops showed up and everyone bailed, including me. I was seeing other people running and I started running. I got quite a bit of laughing at the next day at school. I never threw a party again.
Someone told me that Brandon had called my sister a slut. I went around saying I was going to kick his ass if I ever saw him again. Later that week, I was stoned and we drove to the 7'11. I'm in the passenger seat listening to music when Brandon shows up, sees me, comes right at me and tells me to get out of the car. I'm trying to be peaceful(I was messed up and not wanting to fight), and he sucker punched me in the face and he ran off. I was blazing mad at that point and we went searching for him. I saw him a few blocks down the road and ran at him- and got my ass kicked. He told me he was talking about KC, not my sister and we became cool again though my ego was bruised far more than my nose was.
We pulled a cigarette run at the local Stax. two groups of kids went in at different times and we got in place to steal as much as we could. Everyone got out but a good Samaritan grabbed David. We tried to get him out but couldn't. We tried everything, even breaking the back door in. Ross was kicking the door with all his might but it was the steel beam doors. David got picked up by the cops and we thought that was it for him. About an hour later, he showed up saying his parents dropped him off.
I was always around the convenience store stealing little things that I had no money for. Me and my friends could not go in if there was a certain person working who had caught us stealing.(I guess we weren't that good, or everyone eventually gets caught)I made friends with Josh, one of the guys that worked there. I did gas runs on him, then showed up later to hang out with him. He always pleaded with me not to steal from him but I had to. He only gave me a pack of cigarettes at a time. I did stock the cooler for him one day for a 6 pack of beer.
OGD: open garage door for other beer. We would go hunting at night for Open Garage Doors, or OGD as we would say over the phone. What this hunt consisted of was walking around looking for an OGD and running and grabbing all the beer in the fridge and consuming the alcoholic beverages. Once that mission was accomplished we would go on to more normal behavior like setting off fireworks and bothering people. On one occasion Dusty and Mitch broke into Brads parents garage and drank all his dads beer.
All we did was play pool instead of school. David had a pool table in his living room(awesome parents) and for some strange fate, his place became the go to place instead of rummaging the streets during school hours like Huck Finn. We would get stoned and play guitar and play loud music and shoot pool. David's parents owned a restaurant The Pagoda Garden and in his fridge was usually the most oriental foods that we always wanted to try. I think we had racoon balls once, or so David to us it was. I don't think I was ever grossed out so much after we had eaten some. Also there David came up with the staple of our teen lives: Bread, Sugar, and butter. I think we finished a loaf of bread a day.
Me and Vince were both bored of school by then. Class got out and we saw each other in the hallway. We both knew what each other wanted. To get high during school hours of course. We ran to his car, drove to his parents house, got some weed and rolled up a joint. We smogged out the car on the way back to school. Guess we weren't thinking too well back then. As we got back to the next hours class, he puts the roach in the ashtray. We get out of the car and smoke is coming out of the windows and what happens but Campus police came right then. Now this is what is interesting. We see this black cop always say "Just be honest and I'll let you go" and we lied and said we didn't have any. Regardless to say, we both got expelled from that particular high school, instead going to PC Academy which was in my opinion the greatest school ever. It was 4 hours long and I got credit for having a job.
David and the boys were hanging out and up walks Berkeley. For some reason the group didn't like him. David got up and said "hey watch this." and went up to Berkeley saying that Berkeley had talked shit about him. Berkeley denied it but David still clocked Berkeley in the face. Berkeley always feared David after that, even though they became "friends". Ahh, kids.
I got tired of asking for money in one dollar bills so came up with the scam of a lifetime. I pretended my car was broken down. I parked the car in a visible area and put the hood up. I stood around at the grocery store and asked for money, saying it was for gas and motor oil to get me to the next big city where I lived, I lived in Oklahoma City, but said I lived in Tulsa. Some nice folks gave me 5 dollars, but I was usually only asking for 3 dollars for a quart of oil. I came up with about $50 in an hour which I spent on stupid teenage things like cigarettes and gas and bottles of soda pop and probably weed.
In high school there were dozens of people asking for leftover change from getting a bag of chips. I observed a kid standing right by the machines and asked everyone for a good 5 minutes, until he had about 5 dollars from nickels, dimes and quarters.
I decided I'd go one notch higher. I took all lunches instead of going to class and came out with $25 dollars in one class day. I was asking for money, not really saying what it was for, bought myself some chips and had extra money. I don't remember what I bought with that money or how often I did it, but that was my business and finance class for me.
I quit doing drugs completely and drinking(so much) at 18. I moved to California a few years later, once I got my ideas down about what I wanted to do with the remainder of my life. Which is make films. Been here ever since doing things responsibly as a man should. "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me." 1 Corinthians 13:11
Friday, March 20, 2009
Poor Old Rick
There was an old man named Rick who was too stupid and old to do anything new with his life. He was stuck in a dead end job that went nowhere too. He had served in the army when he was younger, but was kicked out for being too lazy there too. He let a whole platoon get killed because he was too busy trying to impress a woman that was out of his class. He tried harder to be liked than to be respected and that was his downfall.
This story isn't about that though. Its about his downfall creating a new view on life for him. You see, he wanted to die. He had nothing to provide his family for. He barely paid any attention to them anyway. His wife cared about him enough, and she knew that he could not be made to be what he could not become. So he just went to work. Now what happened was that the people that worked there saw how lazy and oafish he was, that they snickered as he walked by thinking he was cared for there. The true fact is that the other employees wanted the boss to fire him. But the boss never fired him, for reasons unknown.
The story starts with Rick coming into work late as usual, thinking that nobody noticed, but everybody did and looked down on him for it. Here's what really annoyed the workers. What Rick would do in 7 hours time, anybody else there could do in 2 hours time. Now this really makes the workers look bad, because if they would hire and keep someone who is so worthless, what makes them think that there could ever be a pay raise or that the company would last so long.
Rick would come in and sit down, drink his coffee and look busy for an hour, thinking he did a good job. After a while, he would push a few pieces of paper around his area to make it look like he had done something. So he worked harder at looking like he worked hard than actually working hard.
Once he had drank his coffee, he grabbed his keys and started his driving route. But here is a tough part for him. To drive a 2 hour route, he takes 3 hours so he can not be in the office and get paid for it. While everyone else is rushing to get work done, this jackass lazily takes his time. Its obvious he doesn't belong at the job where hard working people are.
Once he gets back to the office, Rick goes to the bathroom as soon as he drops off what he picked up. This is like clockwork for him. He goes there and spends 30 minutes walking around talking on his phone to unimportant people.
Well its almost closing time for the office, so Rick grabs a coffee pot and goes to wash it, taking another 30 minutes. He's done for the day. He sits at his area, staring blankly at a non existent life filled with no hopes and no dreams which he might have had before they crushed his soul. The only thing he can really look forward to is death since that is the only way his pain can go away.
This story isn't about that though. Its about his downfall creating a new view on life for him. You see, he wanted to die. He had nothing to provide his family for. He barely paid any attention to them anyway. His wife cared about him enough, and she knew that he could not be made to be what he could not become. So he just went to work. Now what happened was that the people that worked there saw how lazy and oafish he was, that they snickered as he walked by thinking he was cared for there. The true fact is that the other employees wanted the boss to fire him. But the boss never fired him, for reasons unknown.
The story starts with Rick coming into work late as usual, thinking that nobody noticed, but everybody did and looked down on him for it. Here's what really annoyed the workers. What Rick would do in 7 hours time, anybody else there could do in 2 hours time. Now this really makes the workers look bad, because if they would hire and keep someone who is so worthless, what makes them think that there could ever be a pay raise or that the company would last so long.
Rick would come in and sit down, drink his coffee and look busy for an hour, thinking he did a good job. After a while, he would push a few pieces of paper around his area to make it look like he had done something. So he worked harder at looking like he worked hard than actually working hard.
Once he had drank his coffee, he grabbed his keys and started his driving route. But here is a tough part for him. To drive a 2 hour route, he takes 3 hours so he can not be in the office and get paid for it. While everyone else is rushing to get work done, this jackass lazily takes his time. Its obvious he doesn't belong at the job where hard working people are.
Once he gets back to the office, Rick goes to the bathroom as soon as he drops off what he picked up. This is like clockwork for him. He goes there and spends 30 minutes walking around talking on his phone to unimportant people.
Well its almost closing time for the office, so Rick grabs a coffee pot and goes to wash it, taking another 30 minutes. He's done for the day. He sits at his area, staring blankly at a non existent life filled with no hopes and no dreams which he might have had before they crushed his soul. The only thing he can really look forward to is death since that is the only way his pain can go away.
Death by Motorcycle
A an older balding gentleman drives his Ford Festiva, and nice happy music plays, until a biker gets behind him, dark music hits, and he is sweaty and scared. The biker becomes a Mad Max type in his brain, he freaks out. Hilarity ensues.
The ending is that the biker behind him turns and is gone, but then he rides up to a biker in front of him at a red light. Then another biker gets behind him, and to the side of him. Maybe even a biker gang. Short film
The ending is that the biker behind him turns and is gone, but then he rides up to a biker in front of him at a red light. Then another biker gets behind him, and to the side of him. Maybe even a biker gang. Short film
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Eye for an eye
The idea is, if the law won't protect the decent people, they have to take the law into their own hands.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Growing up(DAMMIT)
The basis for a film is extremity. These are normal extreme events in my life.
My childhood:
mother who slowly lost her mind.
father who was never there
sister who was my mortal enemy even though I loved her
brother who i never met. Given up for adoption.
mother ended up crazy. but she loved me deeply.
Sister was a narc. Never trusted her. Still don't. She ratted me out for anything to get me in trouble. The only thing I had against her was when she turned teen, i could say she was pregnant.
Parents divorce went down bad. Cops coming, mom throwing and breaking everything. Did he cheat on her because of her mental state?
Great childhood years were the youngest years.
I remember mom coughing up blood when smoking, i was 3 or 4.
My biggest way out of the dysfunctional family was to have great friends. In 7th grade I met my friends. They were the only ones I ever trusted. I was probably not the greatest friend but I wanted to be.
I did not have a real girlfriend til age 16. She was 19.
My parents didn't see my talents or try to encourage them. All they wanted was for me to be a doctor, the reason? I still don't know why.
My brother Matt was the greatest gift I had ever gotten for my birthday. I think I was 14 years old.
I was the biggest nerd by definition as a kid. I wore thick glasses, dressed in sweaters that my mom got me. I never owned a pair of Nike's until I bought them myself as a teenager.
I took on the biggest guy in school when I moved to a new elementary in 5th grade. He was in 6th grade. Chad Thrower. Actually a really cool guy I found out later. We played rugby and no one dared try to get the ball from him, I got my head kicked in quite a few times, but afterwards, he gave me his hand and helped me up in front of everyone. I knew that I was not made of glass then.
I was not liked by the middle class kids back then. I lived in the middle class area but was really lower middle class.
I used to chase cats and throw rocks at them. I don't know why.
I tried to throw a party, but my sister ratted me out and my parents ended up not leaving. I had 60 kids running around my neighborhood.
The first time I bought marijuana, it was fake. I really felt high though. Explain that.
The first time I dropped acid, it was fake. I really saw a snake in class though. Explain that to me too.
I never felt much from coke. My friends got pretty heavy on it though.
Recently, I decided I did not want or need my sister and father in my life. As much as I love them, they do not seem to care for anyone but themselves and to make themselves look better to a not caring audience.
I was good at selling. I made major money my first year in my career without a college degree. I knew I had something back then.
I got fired from there because I got greedy and fixed the system to give me more money than what I had been working for. My actions were in retaliation for pumping me up for manager and hiring from the outside. I was young and impressionable. I would never trust a corporation again. I'll work with them...but my trust is only as far as I can throw the guy.
I ended up working for AT&T Wireless, another corporation cause I needed the money. I got myself fired when I found out about unemployment. It was the laziest 6 months I ever had. I planned to shoot a movie during the time but got so lazy I never even got around to it. Now I know: I need to work. If I ever got rich, I would probably pick up drinking martinis or something ridiculous.
Moved to California in 2006. Still in debt. Can't wait to be out of debt so I can use up more credit than ever before. This time I know what I'll be using that credit for now. It won't be for fun and games. Its all for business.
My childhood:
mother who slowly lost her mind.
father who was never there
sister who was my mortal enemy even though I loved her
brother who i never met. Given up for adoption.
mother ended up crazy. but she loved me deeply.
Sister was a narc. Never trusted her. Still don't. She ratted me out for anything to get me in trouble. The only thing I had against her was when she turned teen, i could say she was pregnant.
Parents divorce went down bad. Cops coming, mom throwing and breaking everything. Did he cheat on her because of her mental state?
Great childhood years were the youngest years.
I remember mom coughing up blood when smoking, i was 3 or 4.
My biggest way out of the dysfunctional family was to have great friends. In 7th grade I met my friends. They were the only ones I ever trusted. I was probably not the greatest friend but I wanted to be.
I did not have a real girlfriend til age 16. She was 19.
My parents didn't see my talents or try to encourage them. All they wanted was for me to be a doctor, the reason? I still don't know why.
My brother Matt was the greatest gift I had ever gotten for my birthday. I think I was 14 years old.
I was the biggest nerd by definition as a kid. I wore thick glasses, dressed in sweaters that my mom got me. I never owned a pair of Nike's until I bought them myself as a teenager.
I took on the biggest guy in school when I moved to a new elementary in 5th grade. He was in 6th grade. Chad Thrower. Actually a really cool guy I found out later. We played rugby and no one dared try to get the ball from him, I got my head kicked in quite a few times, but afterwards, he gave me his hand and helped me up in front of everyone. I knew that I was not made of glass then.
I was not liked by the middle class kids back then. I lived in the middle class area but was really lower middle class.
I used to chase cats and throw rocks at them. I don't know why.
I tried to throw a party, but my sister ratted me out and my parents ended up not leaving. I had 60 kids running around my neighborhood.
The first time I bought marijuana, it was fake. I really felt high though. Explain that.
The first time I dropped acid, it was fake. I really saw a snake in class though. Explain that to me too.
I never felt much from coke. My friends got pretty heavy on it though.
Recently, I decided I did not want or need my sister and father in my life. As much as I love them, they do not seem to care for anyone but themselves and to make themselves look better to a not caring audience.
I was good at selling. I made major money my first year in my career without a college degree. I knew I had something back then.
I got fired from there because I got greedy and fixed the system to give me more money than what I had been working for. My actions were in retaliation for pumping me up for manager and hiring from the outside. I was young and impressionable. I would never trust a corporation again. I'll work with them...but my trust is only as far as I can throw the guy.
I ended up working for AT&T Wireless, another corporation cause I needed the money. I got myself fired when I found out about unemployment. It was the laziest 6 months I ever had. I planned to shoot a movie during the time but got so lazy I never even got around to it. Now I know: I need to work. If I ever got rich, I would probably pick up drinking martinis or something ridiculous.
Moved to California in 2006. Still in debt. Can't wait to be out of debt so I can use up more credit than ever before. This time I know what I'll be using that credit for now. It won't be for fun and games. Its all for business.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
ADIDAS spec
A group of athletic guys in Adidas gear are sitting around eating french fries or something like that. Its food that is messy and always falls.
Wide and arial shots
They are all doing little quick jumpy movements but its hard to understand what they are doing.
Getting closer it seems like they are dancing in their seats almost. Still not quite sure what is going on.
Medium shot
A guy takes a bite and sees the fry dropping almost on his lap. He kicks it with his shoe as if its a hackey sack or mini soccerball.
It bounces and goes behind him. He does a backwards tap with his other foot and the fry flies in the air and lands in his open mouth.
He looks at the others and shakes his head with a little head bob signifying he is the winner.
The other guys head bob acknowlegement too.
Superimpose: ADIDAS - Sports all the time, competitive for life.
You get the idea?
Wide and arial shots
They are all doing little quick jumpy movements but its hard to understand what they are doing.
Getting closer it seems like they are dancing in their seats almost. Still not quite sure what is going on.
Medium shot
A guy takes a bite and sees the fry dropping almost on his lap. He kicks it with his shoe as if its a hackey sack or mini soccerball.
It bounces and goes behind him. He does a backwards tap with his other foot and the fry flies in the air and lands in his open mouth.
He looks at the others and shakes his head with a little head bob signifying he is the winner.
The other guys head bob acknowlegement too.
Superimpose: ADIDAS - Sports all the time, competitive for life.
You get the idea?
Monday, November 10, 2008
10 Days in Hell
First 10 days = Free VOD
After 10 days = 99cents + Netflix + Amazon + whatever (recouped with Netflix)
Each day is a 5-6 minute bit.Maybe more.
Filmed all outdoors besides the cabin interiors.
3 friends go to a cabin in their car. 2 boys, 1 girl.
1 girl dies immediately in a fire/explosion in the cabin.
The cabin is gone, it takes the car out with it.
2 friends have to fend for themselves in the woods.
Where some sort of monster/evil spirit attacks them.
Slowly killing Friend #2.
Friend #1 must stay alive while trying to get out of the woodlands.
Eventually gets out to find out he's on a different planet. FLASH
Almost all night time in the home. Watching TV, reading, internet, working out, painting.
Works at a lonely place.
A lot of Voice Over.
Day 1:
Really weird. I can't go to sleep. It's 3 A.M and I can't go to sleep tonight. I wonder if it was that 20 oz soda I had with dinner. But usually soda doesn't do anything to me. I can't put myself in bed.. laid in there for a good hour and couldn't fall asleep. Here I am, hours later, almost I have no choice but to stay up and go to work at 8 in the morning. I'll sure be tired by lunchtime. I'll have to get to bed a few hours earlier when I get home to fix my schedule back.
Starts with him getting ready for bed. Strips shirt off. Good build actor. Tosses and turns. Throws off the sheet and gets up. Goes to the bathroom. Looks in the mirror. Takes a piss. Looks at the clock 3AM. Looks at the clock 4:30AM. Looks at the clock 6AM. Sunrise. Puts on clothes and heads out the door to work.
Day 2:
I can't go to sleep. I try but I can't. I'm going to run 8 miles today after work, maybe that will tire me enough. I don't get it, I'm still up, maybe I need to take a few sleep pills. Now I'm just drowsy, but I can't sleep.
It's already midnite. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. Maybe if I can turn on some classical music. Eyes wide open. Goes to the medicine cabinet. Sleep pills. Drowsy. Tries reading a large book. Can't do it. Sees his painting. Puts it on the floor and paints. Dissolve to multiple paintings.
Day 3:
I can't go to sleep. I want to go to sleep but I can't. I don't know whats wrong. I'm tossing and turning, but nothing, I talked to my friend Kat, she says that if you don't sleep for 10 days straight you can die. I'm worried since I haven't slept at all yet, not even one hour.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep. How many fucking sheep are there?
Day 4:
I can't go to sleep. I'm in agony. All I do is read, I spend twilight hours in front of a computer surfing the internet, now I know how to do origami. Lots of origami. Thanks internet.
Lights incense. Many books on top of each other.
Day 5:
I can't go to sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I wonder if I can knock myself out? I could lose conciousness but it might be worth it if I wake up bright and early. That didn't work. I need to go for a jog. I know its the middle of the night but I can't stay here all night again. JOG.
Day 6:
I can't go to sleep. Why can't I sleep? Maybe I need to hit the bottle really hard tonight. That didn't seem to work, maybe I'll just drink another bottle. If that doesn't work, maybe i'll drink a bottle of everclear and see what that does.
Maybe a couple beers late will work. One beer. Two beers. Three beers. Six beers.
Day 7:
I can't go to sleep. Why do drugs if all I have to do is stay awake this long.
Day 8:
I can't go to sleep. (Crying) I don't know what is wrong with me.
Day 9:
I can't go to sleep. I got fired from work this morning, saying I've been daydreaming instead of working. I think I'm going to kill myself. What if I die and go to where I can't rest?
Day 10:
I can't go to sleep. Maybe I just need sleep. I don't even know if I'm talking out loud or just hearing inner voice aloud.
--- blank stare ---
100. 99. 98. 97. 96.
After 10 days = 99cents + Netflix + Amazon + whatever (recouped with Netflix)
Each day is a 5-6 minute bit.Maybe more.
Filmed all outdoors besides the cabin interiors.
3 friends go to a cabin in their car. 2 boys, 1 girl.
1 girl dies immediately in a fire/explosion in the cabin.
The cabin is gone, it takes the car out with it.
2 friends have to fend for themselves in the woods.
Where some sort of monster/evil spirit attacks them.
Slowly killing Friend #2.
Friend #1 must stay alive while trying to get out of the woodlands.
Eventually gets out to find out he's on a different planet. FLASH
Almost all night time in the home. Watching TV, reading, internet, working out, painting.
Works at a lonely place.
A lot of Voice Over.
Day 1:
Really weird. I can't go to sleep. It's 3 A.M and I can't go to sleep tonight. I wonder if it was that 20 oz soda I had with dinner. But usually soda doesn't do anything to me. I can't put myself in bed.. laid in there for a good hour and couldn't fall asleep. Here I am, hours later, almost I have no choice but to stay up and go to work at 8 in the morning. I'll sure be tired by lunchtime. I'll have to get to bed a few hours earlier when I get home to fix my schedule back.
Starts with him getting ready for bed. Strips shirt off. Good build actor. Tosses and turns. Throws off the sheet and gets up. Goes to the bathroom. Looks in the mirror. Takes a piss. Looks at the clock 3AM. Looks at the clock 4:30AM. Looks at the clock 6AM. Sunrise. Puts on clothes and heads out the door to work.
Day 2:
I can't go to sleep. I try but I can't. I'm going to run 8 miles today after work, maybe that will tire me enough. I don't get it, I'm still up, maybe I need to take a few sleep pills. Now I'm just drowsy, but I can't sleep.
It's already midnite. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. Maybe if I can turn on some classical music. Eyes wide open. Goes to the medicine cabinet. Sleep pills. Drowsy. Tries reading a large book. Can't do it. Sees his painting. Puts it on the floor and paints. Dissolve to multiple paintings.
Day 3:
I can't go to sleep. I want to go to sleep but I can't. I don't know whats wrong. I'm tossing and turning, but nothing, I talked to my friend Kat, she says that if you don't sleep for 10 days straight you can die. I'm worried since I haven't slept at all yet, not even one hour.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep. How many fucking sheep are there?
Day 4:
I can't go to sleep. I'm in agony. All I do is read, I spend twilight hours in front of a computer surfing the internet, now I know how to do origami. Lots of origami. Thanks internet.
Lights incense. Many books on top of each other.
Day 5:
I can't go to sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I wonder if I can knock myself out? I could lose conciousness but it might be worth it if I wake up bright and early. That didn't work. I need to go for a jog. I know its the middle of the night but I can't stay here all night again. JOG.
Day 6:
I can't go to sleep. Why can't I sleep? Maybe I need to hit the bottle really hard tonight. That didn't seem to work, maybe I'll just drink another bottle. If that doesn't work, maybe i'll drink a bottle of everclear and see what that does.
Maybe a couple beers late will work. One beer. Two beers. Three beers. Six beers.
Day 7:
I can't go to sleep. Why do drugs if all I have to do is stay awake this long.
Day 8:
I can't go to sleep. (Crying) I don't know what is wrong with me.
Day 9:
I can't go to sleep. I got fired from work this morning, saying I've been daydreaming instead of working. I think I'm going to kill myself. What if I die and go to where I can't rest?
Day 10:
I can't go to sleep. Maybe I just need sleep. I don't even know if I'm talking out loud or just hearing inner voice aloud.
--- blank stare ---
100. 99. 98. 97. 96.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Roach Coach
A roach coach is a mobile food mart that goes from street to street selling tacos. My story is about a wannabe screenwriter who works at one of these in Hollywood and he works with a hot babe who is into him but he's too busy writing to take notice. She lands a deal with an agent for an acting gig, and he is alone and tries to write but only watches TV and never really gets anywhere. Eventually he quits and starts writing. Think of Clerks but set on a food truck.
Roach Coach is not a love story exactly. Its about working and living in a capitalist country and trying for better things. Knowledge is power. Anyone can easily make 50k a year. But imagine if they knew the phycology of human nature, or how to manage people better. Imagine that 50k becoming 100k a year. Thats what this story is about. A man trying to get further by hard work and dedication to what he loves.
Rob works at a taco truck in Los Angeles, his coworker Theresa is a hot babe that fools around with him when they are alone, but Rob gets a real girlfriend Lisa that Theresa knows eventually, so Theresa blackmails him with the sexual encounters.
A normal guy sleeps with his female coworker to pass the time of his boring life until fate brings him to the woman of his dreams, the coworker gets jealous and blackmails him as he tries to figure out how to tell his girlfriend
A Los Angeles taco truck owner and his relationship with his sexually charged female coworker and the girl of his dreams, a female customer, who is also a movie producer.
being blackmailed by his female coworker.
the reason that the film producer and him are together needs to be explained.
##
Meet Rob. ::Mmm, is this an Asian blend?:: ::no its Lipton::
"another funny thing"
Meet Theresa ::winking:: ::winking::
winks at every guy that is at the roach coach.
Meet Lisa :: "Are you calling a fourteen hour workday and barely a social life normal?
You're right you're some taco dude aren't you? You sleep in your smelly car?
::winking::
Lisa pecks him lightly on the
mouth. Surprised but happy he smiles from ear to ear.
EXT. LISA’S MANSION - FRONT GATE - NIGHT
Lisa slows down at the front of the gate of a monstrous
home. There is a Porsche by the driveway.
LISA SIMPSON
This is me.
ROB STEELE
This is you? What is your butler’s
name?
Meet them at the Roach Coach.
very short, short version and long version, long as fuck version
Rob yelling,
Roach Coach is not a love story exactly. Its about working and living in a capitalist country and trying for better things. Knowledge is power. Anyone can easily make 50k a year. But imagine if they knew the phycology of human nature, or how to manage people better. Imagine that 50k becoming 100k a year. Thats what this story is about. A man trying to get further by hard work and dedication to what he loves.
Rob works at a taco truck in Los Angeles, his coworker Theresa is a hot babe that fools around with him when they are alone, but Rob gets a real girlfriend Lisa that Theresa knows eventually, so Theresa blackmails him with the sexual encounters.
A normal guy sleeps with his female coworker to pass the time of his boring life until fate brings him to the woman of his dreams, the coworker gets jealous and blackmails him as he tries to figure out how to tell his girlfriend
A Los Angeles taco truck owner and his relationship with his sexually charged female coworker and the girl of his dreams, a female customer, who is also a movie producer.
being blackmailed by his female coworker.
the reason that the film producer and him are together needs to be explained.
##
Meet Rob. ::Mmm, is this an Asian blend?:: ::no its Lipton::
"another funny thing"
Meet Theresa ::winking:: ::winking::
winks at every guy that is at the roach coach.
Meet Lisa :: "Are you calling a fourteen hour workday and barely a social life normal?
You're right you're some taco dude aren't you? You sleep in your smelly car?
::winking::
Lisa pecks him lightly on the
mouth. Surprised but happy he smiles from ear to ear.
EXT. LISA’S MANSION - FRONT GATE - NIGHT
Lisa slows down at the front of the gate of a monstrous
home. There is a Porsche by the driveway.
LISA SIMPSON
This is me.
ROB STEELE
This is you? What is your butler’s
name?
Meet them at the Roach Coach.
very short, short version and long version, long as fuck version
Rob yelling,
Monday, September 29, 2008
Writing
I actually started writing this when I was 18. When I had done with it, it was a mere 18 pages written. It was terrible, I actually still have a copy of it. I was just writing at the time, writing as I went along. I wrote about 4 of these types, all around 18 pages long. It sat around in my notebook and on my computer and especially in my head for a few years. This January, I received "The Hollywood Standard" and read it, re-read it, and re-read it again. It made me realize the craft of screenwriting. I think the more I read it and memorize it the better my work will be. Its just like a job, it takes forever to get the hang of first, but after a while, its second nature. I highly recommend it.
Funny thing, the guy that gave me a copy hasn't really read through his own copy and hasn't really done much, and he's much better than me.
Back to the writing. What I did was write a first draft(showing no one draft) and that came out to about 30 pages. After that I had the basic story in my head. So I went back and wrote every scene on those 3x5 cards we used in high school. I came out with 50 cards, each one a minute, then just started adding in scenes. By the time i was done, I had 100 3x5 cards and the entire story in order, so all I have to finish is to write it in format to be readable.
Its been a long learning curve for me, basically 8 years for this one, but now that I'm about to be done, I'm on a roll.
Just remember its a job and its not going to be great all the time, but if you don't keep working, you won't get paid. Start with the Hollywood Standard, and since you've read Story, I'd recommend Adventures in the Screen Trade. What I did was any movie they referenced, I'd put it on my Netflix queue. So then I'd read other people's screenplays, write my own screenplays, watch movies, and make movies. Its a hell of a lot to do, but I feel like I know more than most about making movies now.
Stay cool, read those books.
Funny thing, the guy that gave me a copy hasn't really read through his own copy and hasn't really done much, and he's much better than me.
Back to the writing. What I did was write a first draft(showing no one draft) and that came out to about 30 pages. After that I had the basic story in my head. So I went back and wrote every scene on those 3x5 cards we used in high school. I came out with 50 cards, each one a minute, then just started adding in scenes. By the time i was done, I had 100 3x5 cards and the entire story in order, so all I have to finish is to write it in format to be readable.
Its been a long learning curve for me, basically 8 years for this one, but now that I'm about to be done, I'm on a roll.
Just remember its a job and its not going to be great all the time, but if you don't keep working, you won't get paid. Start with the Hollywood Standard, and since you've read Story, I'd recommend Adventures in the Screen Trade. What I did was any movie they referenced, I'd put it on my Netflix queue. So then I'd read other people's screenplays, write my own screenplays, watch movies, and make movies. Its a hell of a lot to do, but I feel like I know more than most about making movies now.
Stay cool, read those books.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Incest
After reading the script for Chinatown and spending way too much time on the forum boards on IMDB, I've been tinkering with a plot about incest....
Its intriguing research I'll tell you that.
A story written as if its what happens to Katherine, but not the same timeline. A good nice girl who finds out her mother is also her sister. That is effective drama.
Its intriguing research I'll tell you that.
A story written as if its what happens to Katherine, but not the same timeline. A good nice girl who finds out her mother is also her sister. That is effective drama.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Future Porn = Syphillys sex
Okay, I had the thought: What would be the more disgusting porn to watch now that the internet has arrived(I say this in present tense assuming it is 1999 when you read this).
Well here is what you see now.
Beastiality, Puke, Gagging, Penis goes ________ insert there, Gang Bang Orgies, Midgets, Ugly chicks, fat girls with no tits, MILF, Grandma's, and thats all I can think of without actually going to any adult website.
Well what I think would be completely new and gross out factor involved so people will watch would be:
Disease Porn.
Yes, like watching a guy with warts all over his cock penetrating a gal with CRABS on her cooch. Or maybe a guy with HIV positive has sex with someone without a condom.
Or Syphillis sex. The possibilities are ENDLESS with the new viruses coming out daily and the strains of those viruses mutating etc.
It wouldn't be a market I'd be into watching more than once or twice, but it would sell.
Well here is what you see now.
Beastiality, Puke, Gagging, Penis goes ________ insert there, Gang Bang Orgies, Midgets, Ugly chicks, fat girls with no tits, MILF, Grandma's, and thats all I can think of without actually going to any adult website.
Well what I think would be completely new and gross out factor involved so people will watch would be:
Disease Porn.
Yes, like watching a guy with warts all over his cock penetrating a gal with CRABS on her cooch. Or maybe a guy with HIV positive has sex with someone without a condom.
Or Syphillis sex. The possibilities are ENDLESS with the new viruses coming out daily and the strains of those viruses mutating etc.
It wouldn't be a market I'd be into watching more than once or twice, but it would sell.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Employment Inquiries
Dear Mr. Writer/Director/Producer-
I want to be your apprentice. I am a relentless writer/director/producer and much like you will do with I can get to make a production work. That's the kind of dedication I want to be able to constantly be able to use. I've directed, line produced, set up lights, operated the camera, but this won't stop me from bringing coffee for everyone because I know that every job is a big job that needs to be done.
My favorite films of yours are _____ and of course _____. Also should be noted is ______ by Actor/Director/Writer/Producer who I found through your company.
I am also a big fan of _____. I don't know if that would give me more credibility or not, but I thought you should know. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
If you cannot help me, would you be able to give me a referral to somebody that could?
Respectfully Yours,
Danny D
# cell phone
I want to be your apprentice. I am a relentless writer/director/producer and much like you will do with I can get to make a production work. That's the kind of dedication I want to be able to constantly be able to use. I've directed, line produced, set up lights, operated the camera, but this won't stop me from bringing coffee for everyone because I know that every job is a big job that needs to be done.
My favorite films of yours are _____ and of course _____. Also should be noted is ______ by Actor/Director/Writer/Producer who I found through your company.
I am also a big fan of _____. I don't know if that would give me more credibility or not, but I thought you should know. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
If you cannot help me, would you be able to give me a referral to somebody that could?
Respectfully Yours,
Danny D
# cell phone
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I can't believe I won an Oscar.
I'd like to thank the people that truly believed in me, and the ones that supported me when I needed the most support.
I want to thank:
My brother and possibly my biggest fan, Matt Evans, thanks for staring down Erica's exposed breasts. Inspired me to write a movie about two brothers falling for the same woman.
My brother from another mother, Chin, the craziest, smartest, most humble person to win the Palm D'or before even writing his script.
California for being so inspiring.
Oklahoma for being so boring and making me use my imagination.
My mother for finally giving up her dream of me being a doctor and just letting me be free to ruin my life however I saw fit. :)
I want to thank:
My brother and possibly my biggest fan, Matt Evans, thanks for staring down Erica's exposed breasts. Inspired me to write a movie about two brothers falling for the same woman.
My brother from another mother, Chin, the craziest, smartest, most humble person to win the Palm D'or before even writing his script.
California for being so inspiring.
Oklahoma for being so boring and making me use my imagination.
My mother for finally giving up her dream of me being a doctor and just letting me be free to ruin my life however I saw fit. :)
$10 for 10 pages (investing in myself)
Enclosed is my screenplay along with $10 CASH. I hope you enjoy reading the first 10 pages as much as I had creating it. Also I hope you enjoy the $10 cash as I will be getting it back eventually through a distribution deal.
Respectfully,
Screenwriter/Director
Respectfully,
Screenwriter/Director
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Santana Row Sugar Mama
An aspiring filmmaker goes to the upper middle class belt of Santana Row where lots of older women that have fake boobs and lip fattened smiles go to meet inspired artists with one motive:
Bed these young men for the money he needs to create the beauty of art in film.
Even though the young man has a woman who he would never hurt and cares for very deeply, but to get ahead in the game, will he do what he must for the future of the to be married couple?
The story would need to be realistic so we would have the young man a Persian man with a heart of gold who gets reeled in by his need to have money to get his production underway.
Bed these young men for the money he needs to create the beauty of art in film.
Even though the young man has a woman who he would never hurt and cares for very deeply, but to get ahead in the game, will he do what he must for the future of the to be married couple?
The story would need to be realistic so we would have the young man a Persian man with a heart of gold who gets reeled in by his need to have money to get his production underway.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Abortion clinic date
A man goes up with his lady to the Planned Parenthood to get the Emergency Contraception pill and there is a hippy woman there with a picket sign that abortion is murder. She tries talking to them and they chat a bit. He ditches the lady he is with for the abortion chick and they have sex and its with a condom. It doesn't matter, she gets pregnant, and what follows is the discussion on he wants to keep it but she doesn't want it because she is too young.
A comedy? A drama?
A comedy? A drama?
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Loaning Investments
Loan Investments for a screenplay and development as a writer and producer.
When asking for the financing investment for the upcoming film. Ask for an investment loan. A loan that if the movie does make a profit, the loan is paid back with interest and credits upon completion of the next film.
Ask for distribution from a distributor, even if they say no, ask for a loan to complete another project.
Anyone that loans investment money should be given a gift as a token of appreciation.
$1,000,000 = 10 people with $100,000
$100,000 = 10 people with $10,000
$10,000 = 10 people with $1,000
$1,000 = 10 people with $100
$100 = 10 people with $10
$10 = 10 people with $1
When asking for the financing investment for the upcoming film. Ask for an investment loan. A loan that if the movie does make a profit, the loan is paid back with interest and credits upon completion of the next film.
Ask for distribution from a distributor, even if they say no, ask for a loan to complete another project.
Anyone that loans investment money should be given a gift as a token of appreciation.
$1,000,000 = 10 people with $100,000
$100,000 = 10 people with $10,000
$10,000 = 10 people with $1,000
$1,000 = 10 people with $100
$100 = 10 people with $10
$10 = 10 people with $1
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Dear Mr. "blank"
Dear Mr. Blank:
I am a young Iranian writer-a newcomer both to the great state of California and to the craft of screenwriting. In the past year and a half I have written three screenplays(more accurately, two and a half-the first was a one hour thing comissioned by an Austrailian director who had seen a short story of mine.)
I also wrote a feature-length script of Napoleon, knowing full well that costume dramas are not a hot ticket with the studios. I was right, however, in thinking that the executives would be more likely to show interest in work from an unknown, if they recognized the subject. Thus I've been able to get Napoleon read by production v.p.'s at Fox, Paramount and Harvey Weinstein of the Weinstein brothers. They were positive about the quality of my work, but the consistent refrain is that it would be too expensive to produce.
My other screenplay is a better prospect, commercially, being a spy thriller dealing with a conservative who comes into possession of some important terrorist documents. I sent it to Harvey Weinstein last week.
So you see, I am neither an absolute beginner, nor totally naive about the business aspects of screenwriting. Since I am without an agent, however, I do seek representation and how to proceed from here. If you could spare an hour to talk to me, I would appreciate it. I promise not to ask for introductions to anybody or beg you to read my work.
There may be no great profit in such a meeting for you, but perhaps it would not be entirely disagreeable. I am not a fool nor(despite the evidence at hand) am I by nature a forward person. The tradition of older writers advising younger is both long and honourable, and I hope you will consider my request in that light.
Respectfully,
Danny Derakhshan
I am a young Iranian writer-a newcomer both to the great state of California and to the craft of screenwriting. In the past year and a half I have written three screenplays(more accurately, two and a half-the first was a one hour thing comissioned by an Austrailian director who had seen a short story of mine.)
I also wrote a feature-length script of Napoleon, knowing full well that costume dramas are not a hot ticket with the studios. I was right, however, in thinking that the executives would be more likely to show interest in work from an unknown, if they recognized the subject. Thus I've been able to get Napoleon read by production v.p.'s at Fox, Paramount and Harvey Weinstein of the Weinstein brothers. They were positive about the quality of my work, but the consistent refrain is that it would be too expensive to produce.
My other screenplay is a better prospect, commercially, being a spy thriller dealing with a conservative who comes into possession of some important terrorist documents. I sent it to Harvey Weinstein last week.
So you see, I am neither an absolute beginner, nor totally naive about the business aspects of screenwriting. Since I am without an agent, however, I do seek representation and how to proceed from here. If you could spare an hour to talk to me, I would appreciate it. I promise not to ask for introductions to anybody or beg you to read my work.
There may be no great profit in such a meeting for you, but perhaps it would not be entirely disagreeable. I am not a fool nor(despite the evidence at hand) am I by nature a forward person. The tradition of older writers advising younger is both long and honourable, and I hope you will consider my request in that light.
Respectfully,
Danny Derakhshan
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