A script I'm working on/with

Necessary shots:
1 Tony and Tiff are out side Tiff's apartment Tony's bags can be seen
2 Tiff heads back in. Tony is left outside trying to give chase
3 Tony gets hits in the face with something
4 We see it's a shirt in a closeup
5 He's alone now with his boxes
6 We're in a house with Tony and his boxes
7 A look of disappointment from Tony at the current perdicament
8 He looks through his things and finds a picture
9 It's of Tiff and Tony together but in the picture there is some distance between them. They are on a bench
10 Tony sets up the picture frame in the center-front of a shelf with his stuff on it.
11 He tries calling her
12 Trying to move on he gets some new chairs
13 Tony's room starts to look nice
14 It becomes very messy
15 So does Tony
16 He's not focused on the photograph
17 Tony seems to be followed around the small room by this photograph
18 Tony comes back to the photo
19 He changes his look to become more appealing for his ex
20 He tries to call her on his way to her apartment but no answer
21 The door to her apartment is taped off and says "Gas Leak?/For Sale?/Abandoned?"
22 HE looks at the picture for guidance
23 Goes to where the picture was taken and finds her
24 About to go over to her
25 But a handsome guy steps behind Tiff
26 And kisses her on the head
27 Tony is having a Blue Screen of Death
28 The Tiff and New Boy Couple are even asking a walker by for a picture of the spot
29 Tony leaves moving very robotically and methodically
30 Tiff looks at the photo they just made and has a moment of sadness and regret
31 Tony is back at his worn out home. Staring at something
32 We pull back and reveal that it's the framed photograph
33 He walks toward it as if he's hypnotized
34 He picks it up
35 The photo has now changed with Tony And Tiff sitting closer together. Tony looks content

A little 4th of July quote for the occasion

Man On Stoop: I’m sayin’, every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin’ bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late.

McNulty: Alley crap game, right?

Man On Stoop: Like every time, Snot, he’d fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot’s deep. Snatch and run.

McNulty: What, every time?

Man On Stoop: Couldn’t help hisself.

McNulty: Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shootin’ craps, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie… he’d wait til there’s cash on the ground and he’d grab it and run away? You let him do that?

Man On Stoop: We’d catch him and beat his ass but ain’t nobody ever go past that.

McNulty: I gotta ask ya: If every time Snotboogie would grab the money and run away, why'd you even let him in the game?

Man On Stoop: What?

McNulty: If Snotboogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play?

Man On Stoop: Got to. This America, man.

The future is so bright, it looks like the after flash of a hydrogen bomb.

NFI is starting classes Monday. They don't have many people in those classrooms. About four students at one time. The Nashville Film Institute will have one more student to add to its roster. One who mugged his way through a high school performance of "Guys and Dolls" as Lieutenant Brannigan. One who blogs about said experience AND TAKES FROM 10pm TO 8:17am TO WRITE A DAGGUM POST. SCIENCE H. LOGIC, THE INTERNET IS AN EVERPLEASING WHORE.
(Just look they were playing Outlaw Star and now they're giving me this Canadian show ReBoot)

Well I do want to become a better writer so my task today is to read. And not read comicbooks, (d'oh! My foolproof plan to read 15 comics sequentially at Borders is ruined!) but hardback ones. I'm talking about those clunky motherfuckers. The kind of books that could replace the yellow pages as the choice of torture weapon in a police station's interrogation room. The kind of book OLD people used to, and still can, read. The kind of book Oprah masterbates to. THAT book.

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Well, not THAT book but I found one that has just as much width (mix that medium of measurement with that Oprah comment and a funny little picture will creep into your mind) as the dreaded book club book without the sass you intake from discussing it with friends and strangers at the mall. I'm talking about (has to look for the book to find the title) "Edgeworks 3 by Harlan Ellison". Yes, that Harlan Ellison. One of the most prolific, celebrated science fiction writers of the last 100 years. I knew a lot about him from Patton Oswalts pervasive rants. His name would fall out of Oswalt's mouth more than a few times. What struck me is how hard it was to actually find some stuff of his at a bookstore. Borders, Barnes & Nobles and Davis Kidd were bone dry of the stuff. It was only at libraries and the cartoonishly volumed Bookman & Bookwoman that I would find one book of his. Each time, a different one.

My local library had a Graphic Novel (SQUEEEEEEE) collection of some of his short stories with him walking in-between stories like a cross between Alfred Hitchcock, the Crpyt Keeper, and Robert Duvall (it fits. IT FITS I TELL YOU!).
My distant library in downtown Nashville had I believe one or was that Warren Ellis' "Crooked Little Vein" that I was so distracted by it opened up a portal in time for a samurai to pop out of. I named the samurai "Jack" for he had no name and I am black. I am black and call those who are unfamiliar to me "Jack" so as to label them in some fashion and keep a sense of civility up in the air.
I forget what book they had of his at Bookmanwoman but it wasn't the usually collection of short stories. When I have $8, I must remember to pay them a vis.
Most recently, my local classy library (it has glass ceilings and places to put your fedora and coat everything) perhaps listened to my written requests for A. The Wire in the DVD section (You have "Boys Don't Cry" the collectors edition and the latest season of "Cory In the House" and "Desperate Housewives" but no seasons of "the best show on television" by TIME magazine, Entertainment Weekly, The Chicago Tribune, Slate Mag, the San Francisco Chronicle, The Philadelphia Daily News, and the Gaurdian.Go out and buy this is what I'm trying to convey here.
OH WAIT I'M SUPPOSE TO BE READING BOOKS. So yeah, I see two Harlan Ellison books. I grab the one that has "Harlan Ellison's Movie" as one of the stories. It was due yesterday afternoon before 5:30pm. I showed up to the library around 7:15pm, knockin' on doors and the like. I posted up in the parkin' lot with my trunk playing "Dr. Feelgood" and me reading the first 3 or 4 pages. Shit was so cash.

Hmm, it seems I have delinated my vocabulary onto an 4chan meme without any thought of it.
Damn.