fiction

If they should ask…

If mom asks how I am, don’t tell her that I’m eating out the trash. Don’t tell her about sleeping on the floor but tell her to mail cash. If she asks about classes, let her know I’m doing well, but not about  the all-nighter pills.
 
If my boyfriend wants  love with trust and respect, remind him I’ve been fucked up every day for the last 6 months. If he wants to visit, tell him about the other guys and how I only love whoever will get me the highest.
 
If my best friend wants to go out, tell him that I almost died and I’m not up hanging out with people yet. But see if he’ll bring me whisky and cigarettes cause I’ve stopped throwing up. Don’t ever tell  him about the fears and regrets.
 
If my grandma calls, keep it short and tell her not worry, I will be back home for the holidays. But don’t tell her how I will be too skinny, sleepy & moody, or that I’m going through a
$500 a day phase.
 
If my cousin asks about the bloodshed & needles on my bedroom floor, only say its just part of growing up and its nothing he should repeat. But tell him if he wants to help, bring coffee & records, cause I could use some cheering up.
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Take the Q to Prospect Park

I promise I won’t always be this way. Living in between reasons to live made me unprepared and unaware of people getting close to me. I want you to live in a house with me. My books and scarves are all I have to offer. I’ll drink cup after cup of coffee, if you’ll serve it to me. The caffeine will make us shake as we complain that we don’t know who we are. Our bed will be a place where we sit with our cat and laugh about our day. When its sunny, we’ll pick fruits and vegetables from our garden in our dirty barefeet. I’ll sit in my rocking chair reading Chomsky, while you play mandolin all night. We won’t have any pictures from our past loves. Only empty frames on the wall. You won’t look at me with Holden Caulfield eyes. Only your rough hands. You’ll brush my hair and I’ll trim your beard. We eat too much and not sleep enough. You have a stupid haircut, but I don’t care. I have a yellow smile, but you don’t stare. Like I said, my books and scarves are all I have to offer. But, you could tell me all your secrets. I promise no one else would never know. This house be could our house. But, we only glance at each other. never saying a word to each other. I promise I won’t always be this way. Too scared to put my book down, turn my ipod off, and speak. One day I’ll be brave enough to not be a stranger. We’ll take a walk through prospect park and ditch all these things that are eating us alive. Memories of past lovers won’t haunt you from a stained futon. I’ll buy a queen sized bed. You’ll build me a big house. It could be our house.

Your House

Your house

 

Your house. The wood floor is rotting. The ceiling leaks. The foundation is cracked. You never go inside. Spend your days fixing the exterior because that is what people see. lay down fake silver bricks, which you painted gold. Your neighbors will turn green when looking upon them. I’m peeking from under the cover from the drive way. watching you work so hard to solve the problem in the wrong approach. You come over. Take the cover off and start fiddling with my engine. I will never run. Only sit and rust, like every other broken down chevy station wagon given to a kid by their grandfather. Their immigrant grandfather who was burnt out from the world wars and nostalgic for the old New World. The grandfather who told your father tales of his life in Ireland and tried to teach him right and wrong. He obviously didn’t get through. The bruises on mother’s face were proof enough. You try to get me started because you are really ready to drive. Ready to get behind the wheel, step on the gas and never look back. I can’t. Burnt out from dream chasing too. Can’t take you down the road needed. Need to do it yourself. On your own two feet. Frantically turning the key. Cursing. Praying. Hoping. But, nothing. Slam hands against the steering wheel. The horn works. No longer able to hold back, you burst into tears. Exhausted from desperation. climb into the back seat and go to sleep. The back seat where you always sleep. You would not dare sleep in your bed. That horrible place, which you sat up all night listening to them fight. Nor would you sleep on your living room couch, where your mother placed you to be raised by tv. No, you would not dare go inside your broken down house. The house where you played chess with grandfather for hours. Watched A Star is Born with your grandmother. Painted and played guitar all day. Why would you want to go in, when you can remember from a far? A view from a far is unsharp & shallow focus, where most is unclear. It has been month since you have gone in the woods in your backyard. Would you even recognize the places a girl once loved you so? The river you swam in and fire to keep warm. The mud you held each other down in. Can you even remember a time you were happy? Growing in happiness and love with a friend. If she were to come back, would you know her face? Your vision is clouded from ghost of the past and fear does not allow eyes to open. She in your bedroom waiting. Visible from the window you blindly cover with fake gold bricks. You sleep in the car your grandfather gave you, but forget all the wisdom he passed on to you. He always said, “When opportunity knocks it is not enough to open the door, you have to walk through it. Even if it is not exactly what you want, you need it. You never know where it could lead. Action builds character. If you don’t do any thing, you will never become any body.” Open the door, go inside and walk around. You might begin to smile again, create and rebuild.

ultimatum

ultimatum

september 10th will be the two year mark and you want more. 

Move in or break up. 
I hate all or nothing requests.
What I want and what is possible are two different things.
So I guess, we break up.
For real this time.
we can get high off each other.
But, can’t remain good friends.
So we’ll make each other want to die,
to give each other strength to walk away & stay out of the way.
Maybe years down the line,
my name will come up in conversation
& you will have nice things to say.
And I’ll see walking down the street, I’ll smile & wave.
Until then I’ll hate you,
For holding my hips in your hands
and then pushing them away.

(Saying goodbye & growing up are two things we’ll never learn to forgive.
Not being able to let go & fall out of love are two things I’ll always regret.
Realism defeating romanticism will always break my heart.)

This rational way of thinking is abusing my intelligence.

 

This rational way of thinking is abusing my intelligence. Jesus Christ, spare me your opinion of me, please! I don’t see a mirror when I look up at you on your high horse. I resent you for making me feel like I’m not entertaining enough to keep you interested. Your attention span for individuals is lacking and your compassion is questionable. I live for happiness, I live for sadness. I live to die. I live in repetition moving through space and time until my powers of observation fail and I reach my final venue. I’m a product of the new world looking for truth, no matter how perverse. Your lies I discover make the truth appear self-evident. Even so, I still find myself asking, “Is this for real? Is the disenfranchised renegade mistaken?” I’m exhausted from my efforts to capture and internalize this moment. My thoughts are connected but extremely elusive, stripping me of my dignity.

Twins

Twins?
July 31, 2009 at 5:00pm
On the bus, I meet this guy named Robbie who has a twin named Bobby. I wrote this on my cellphone as text messages so forgive it for sucking.

TWINS?

Caroline was in the infirmary of the Elder Care Living Community when her doctor told her that she was pregnant. Caroline always wanted a child but never had any so she was somewhat pleased. But, Caroline was puzzled by this conception because reason would make this impossible. Being a logical woman, she decided that this pregnancy was a gift from God.

Caroline went into labor after only 4 months making the pregnancy even more peculiar. She gave birth to a boy. A boy she named Obby. Obby was very tiny, underweight and ugly child, who was taken away from Caroline so he could be feed and once he was healthy, he would be returned to her. A few weeks went by and Obby was beginning to get bigger. As he grew his nurse noticed a small growth on his back. She didn’t think much of it. He was health, but still ugly and slightly deformed. The nurse brought Obby back to Caroline’s room. Caroline was asleep, the nurse didn’t want to wake her. So, she left Obby in the crib that sat next to Caroline’s bed.

A few hours later, the nurse went to go check on Caroline and Obby. Much to her surprise, she found Caroline dead. She called in her supervisor to tell her to make arrangements for the remains. Obby was crying as if he understood what had happened to his mother. The nurse picked up Obby to comfort him and noticed that the growth has grown twice as large as it was a few hours. With Obby’s body resting on her chest, she could feel his heart beat. She then rubbed her hand across his back to calm him down. She notices something strange when her hand went over the growth. She could not make sense of at first. But, after awhile she knew what it was. It was another heartbeat.

She rushed him to the hospital where the doctors performed emergency surgery to remove the growth. Obby and his growth were under observation for the 4 months. Obby was perfectly healthy, but still repulsive looking. The growth was transforming rapidly. It went from a heart surrounded by a pound of flesh to a well-developed infant in a few short weeks. The doctors and scientists were bewildered by this case, which led to the growth child being referred to as B.

B and Obby began to grow at the same rate. A rate that was like nothing that any one has every seen. Both boys reach the age 20 within 5 years. Another 5 years went by, but neither boy aged at all. The boys received all the same opportunities and resources living in observation. But, B seemed better at every thing than Obby. B was intelligent and so was Obby, but Obby had to struggle with things and every thing came naturally to B. No longer being minors they decided to sign themselves out of the case study.

Living independently was a hard adjustment for Obby, but certainly not for B. B was working in a coffee shop and going to college to become a lawyer. Obby was staying at home drinking and hating himself because of his deformity. B would go out to bar every night and he would force Obby to come along. People would stare at Obby in fear and disgust. And people would stare at B with longing and lust. Obby would wake up every morning with a hang over and B would wake up with a different girl every morning. After 2 years of this routine and still not aging, B started to be embarrassed by his brother and Obby became envious of his brother. But, the routine continued.

Over the next year, these feelings of embarrassment and envy, slowly transformed into mutual compassion and desire. B began to bring women home less and Obby was sober more often. Then one night, the brothers made love. B’s heart was full of joy and Obby was ashamed. The following night, Obby went out and brought home a hooker to make him forget his feelings for his brother. B found Obby and the hooker in bed together and killed them in a jealous rage. B loved Obby and didn’t want to be without him so he ate his body. B then put the hookers body in a trash bag, drove out of state, through it in the lake and drove back home. B was exhausted so he went to bed.

B tossed and turned for hours. He couldn’t sleep. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, but when he past the mirror he stop because he could not believe his eyes. He was deformed and could not recognize his face. He stared for a while, and then began to feel his body. Lastly, he brushed his hand against his back and felt a small lump. He held his hand over it until he could feel it grow and then a heartbeat. B smiled warmly knowing that it was Obby.

To who I address (March 25, 2009)

I want to befriend and nurture. Veil your eyes and cover ears to shield from my evil sight and sound. Try to protect my body from your touch by childish tools so immature that they can’t even be imagined. Powerful hands reach me on multiple levels. You enter my thought, externally of course. Internally would be an annihilation of epic proportions. Intertwined under our uncomfortable gaze. Jerking back and forth, burning, sinking deeper until we form a single blur, an androgynous form of ecstasy that is unrecognizable. A temporary new language shared between us, our comprehension melts away in the mourning’s rising sun. Reality vanishes in your eclipse. Fully stripped to the bone, no embellishments, no tricks of the “real world”, nothing but what is making me invisible. Looking into my mirror with the blindness you have given me. Attempting self-reflection, try and try, search and search all the while having the ultimate distraction, you and my denial. You, my conquest are rigorously on my mind. Your heart is elusive and if that fact ever registers mine will never be calm. There would be an absence of purpose. The universe would dematerialize.

Sara

A woman in line at McDonalds loudly argues with someone on the phone about how much some company made in the last quarter. She is loud enough for the poor immigrant customers and homeless regulars in this Flatbush McDonalds to know that they are small. She is wearing skinny grey jeans, black doc martens, and a knee length fur coat that screams, “Yes indeed, she is important.” She hangs up the phone. Looks around and shoots a look of disgust towards the old man with dirt caked onto his skin. It’s her turn to order.

With her attention on her I-phone she says, ” I never eat here. Do you have any salads?”

The female cashier exclaims, “Sara? Oh my God. I have not seen you since freshman year! What have you been up to?”

“Oh, what a nice surprise. I didn’t know you work here? I’m good. I graduated 5 years ago and now I’m a stockbroker on Wall Street,” said Sara with a huge grin.

The cashier blushes. “Yeah been here for a few years now. Need money to make ends meet while my acting career takes off. Wall Street! That’s really impressive, ” said the cashier.

“Have you gotten any acting jobs? Give me the tittles. I want to see them.”

The cashier’s face turns an even brighter shade of red. She just shakes her head no.

Sara grabs her hand. “You will get something soon. Don’t —-”

The manager slams his fist on the counter and yells, “Girls, stop fucking around. You are holding up the line. Sara, you got 5 minutes left on your break.”

Sara’s eyes grew wide and watery as her face went pale. Her proud smile fell crooked and collapsed. The cashier sighed and asked, “Your usual Big Mac meal?”

Sara shook her head yes, swiped her card, and stepped to the side without a word because she feared that speech would prevent her from holding back her tears. She refuses to cry in a McDonalds over a Big Mac again. She refuses for this embarrassing moment to make her greasy fries even more soggy and salty from her tears. She hangs her head as she takes a bite of her burger. She tells herself that she isn’t gonna cry in this place again, like she did when she found out her boyfriend was leaving her for her hotter friend, when her mother called just to call her a failure, or when she found out her food stamps are getting cut again. She finishes her meal, and wipes her eyes smearing black eyeliner.

In the back room she takes off her fur coat, which reveals her worn out and faded uniform. She puts on her McDonalds snapback hat. She sees a sign that tells employees that if they are hungry, they should cut their food into smaller pieces to feel more full. She can’t hold it in any longer. Her face falls into her hands. She thinks, “I’m only 29. I’m exhausted.”

Her cashier friend comes in the back room. “He told me to get you. What’s wrong?” she asked.

“This is all we’ll ever do,” Sara cried.

“You better get out front now. Few more hours then we’ll blaze and talk.”

Sara’s standing behind the register, bright eyed, wide smile, and freshly applied make up. “May I help the next following guest?”

Comic book script for Stupid Vegans

Stupid Vegans

 Physical character descriptions

 

All characters are in their late teens. 

 

Richard: Tall and skinny figure. Long straight black shoulder length hair.  Brown eyes and pale skin.  Clothing unless otherwise noted are blue jeans, black converse, Minor Threat t-shirt, unbuttoned grey flannel shirt. 

 

Andrew: short and skinny figure.  Clothing is black converse, black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black hoodie, black beanie, and black bandana over nose and mouth. Only his blue eyes showing.

 

Emma: short and curvy figure. Clothing are black converse, black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black hoodie, black beanie with chin length bleached blonde hair. She has blue eyes.

 

 

Page 1

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot: Richard is siting in small booth in a pizza parlor pulling cheese off his pizza.

 

(No text,)

 

Panel 2

 

Close up:  Richard looking sad and confused.

 

Richard -thought bubble

 

 

I’m not doing enough. I need to find away to protect animals more. I’ve been a vegan for 3 weeks, but I need to do something big. I need to have an impact.

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Richard throws his food in the trashcan near the exit. There is a bulletin board on the wall behind him covered in flyers.

 

Richard – thought bubble

 

No one in this shit hole cares about any thing except going to the mall to get a pair of those ugly neon Doc Martens. Fucking idiots, paying over $100 for boots.

 

 

Panel 4

 

Medium shot: Richard’s back towards viewer as he reads the bulletin board.

 

(No Text)

 

Panel 5

 

Close up:  The text of a flyer that interests Richard.

 

The Flyer reads:  Animal Liberation Front

Meeting on Fridays at 4:30 pm at Strong Hearts Cafe

Located at 666 Kanye West Boulevard.

 

Page 2

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot: Emma siting at table in the Strong Hearts Cafe with two boys dress in all black with black bandanas over their faces.  In the Top Left corner of panel bold text says Friday.

 

EMMA

 

The fucking fascist took all my spray paint.

 

 

Panel 2

 

Medium shot:  Richard standing in front of the table with the 3 kids siting there.

 

RICHARD

Um. Hey. Are you guys here for the meet?

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot:  Richard standing in front of the table with the 3 kids siting there. Andrew standing next to Richard of the table with a smirk on his face.

 

 

 

ANDREW

 

Yeah, take a seat new guy. I’m Andrew. Felicitator of AFL. We have no leader. We are a militant anarchist collective. 

 

 

Panel 4

 

Close up:  Andrew giving his little speech

 

ANDREW

 

We live in a world where we try to fuck each other over just to rise to the top. We whip the ones below but get cracked on our own back. There’s a banker and a fascist deep in all of our bones. It all comes as no surprise because that’s all that we’ve known.

 

Panel 5

 

Close up: Andrew still speaking

 

ANDREW

 

But we are going to change all that and we starting with ending the senseless murder of help animals so the brainwashed masses will start to realize how our capitalist system only results in death and destruction of all life.

 

 

Page 3

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot: Richard siting next to Emma at the table. He looks confused.

 

EMMA

 

Radical huh? You in?

 

RICHARD

 

Um sure.  Yup.

Panel 2

 

Medium shot: Andrew standing over Richard siting down.

 

ANDREW

 

Hold on.  Not so fast.  We need to see if we can trust him. You cool with any means necessary? 

 

RICHARD

 

Yeah man. Its cool

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Every one still siting at the table.  Andrew the only one standing. Andrew hands Richard a copy of the book Anarchist Cookbook.

 

ANDREW

 

We will see about that next week. Reads this and come back for your test next Friday.

 

RICHARD

 

Okay thanks man

 

ANDREW

 

Well you van go now.  Get out man.

 

 

Panel 4

 

Long shot: Andrew walking towards the door in the background and the group at the table in the foreground.

 

EMMA

 

I’m Emma.  See you next…

 

ANDREW

 

Basement now! Move it! You got a lot of work to do.

 

 

Panel 5

Medium shot: Richard skateboard down the street of suburban houses that all look the same.

 

RICHARD -thought bubble

 

I wonder how I’m goanna be tested. Do I have to really read this entire book?

 

 

 

Page 4

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot:  In top left corner in bold its say next Friday. Richard sits nervously at a table in the cafe.

 

(No Text)

 

Panel 2

 

Long shot. He is waving to Emma and the two boys as they walk towards the table.

 

(No Text)

 

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: They are all siting at the table. The two boys ignore that there is a conversation happening.

 

EMMA

 

I’m Emma. This is Jeff and Todd. I’m glad you are joining our fight. I’m excited for the mission. I’m glad we are finally taking action instead of theorizing shit all the time. What’s your name?

 

Panel 4

 

Close up: Richard and Emma siting next to each other.

 

RICHARD

 Do you know what I have to do for my test? What is this mission?

 

EMMA

 

Ha-ha, I can’t tell you any thing yet.  But you’ll be fine. Its fun.

Panel 5

 

Medium shot:  Andrew walks in the door.

 

ANDREW

 

Basement! Now! Richard, you aint ready for that yet. Come with me.

 

Panel 6

 

Long shot: left side Richard and Andrew heading for the door. Emma and boys walking down the stairs to the basement.

 

(No Text)

 

 

Page 5

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot: Andrew and Richard standing in an alley next to a dumpster. There are two small paint cans at Andrews’s feet. Andrew hands Richard a black hoodie and ski mask.

 

ANDREW

 

You should wear all black to our meeting for now on and keep this mask.

 

RICHARD

 

So what are we doing?

 

Panel 2

 

Medium shot: Andrew and Richard standing in an alley next to a dumpster. Richard has the black clothing and mask on. Andrew has a ski mask on and an open can of red paint in his hands and gives Richard the other can of paint.

 

ANDREW

 

Just follow my lead and you will be okay. If there is any trouble just run and hide in the cafe. If the cops show up, just fight em.

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Andrew runs across the street and Richard stands there confused. Paint is splashing on the ground as he runs.

 

RICHARD 

 

Wait? What’s happening? Why would I need to fight a cop?

 

Panel 4

 

Medium shot: Richard running after Andrew.  Paint splashing on the ground.

 

(No Text)

 

Panel 5

 

Medium shot: Andrew running to the door of a Fur store called Furry Friends. Richard running right behind him.  A scattered trail of red paint on the ground. 

 

(No Text)

 

Page 6

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot:  Fur coats on racks in the background of the store. A female cashier behind a register. One customer trying on a coat.

 

(No Text)

 

Panel 2

 

Close up: Andrew and Richard in side the store. Near the doorway. Andrew is in front and center. Richard is hiding behind him.

 

ANDREW

 

Murderers! Murderer!

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot:  Andrew throwing the red paint all over the fur coats.

 

ANDREW

 

Fuck you! Fucking scumbags.

 

            WOMAN YELLS

 

What is your problem? What are you doing?

 

 

Panel 4

 

Close up: Richard standing holding the paint not moving.

 

RICHARD – thought bubble

 

What the fuck?

 

 

Panel 5

 

Medium shot: Andrew runs towards the door. Richard dropped his paint can and it spilled on the floor. 

 

(No Text)

 

Panel 6

 

Long shot:  Richard and Andrew running down the street.

 

(No Text)

 

 

Page 7

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot: Andrew and Richard standing in the cafe with their masks off. Andrew looks really excited and happy. Richard looks scared and confused.

 

ANDREW

 

Whooo! That was awesome! You did good kid. They looked terrified! Wasn’t that great?!

 

 

Panel 2

 

Medium shot: outside the cafe window a cop car passes by.

 

Sound effect:  Woop woop.

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Andrew and Richard standing in the empty cafe.

 

ANDREW

 

That’s the sound of da beast. Fucking pigs. You are ready for the basement.

 

Panel 4

 

Medium shot:  Smoke coming up from the basement stairs.

 

Sound effect

KABOOM

 

EMMA

Aaaahhhhh. Oh my God.

 

 

Panel 5

 

Medium shot:  Andrew and Richard walk down the stairs.  Richard follows Andrew down. Andrew looks happy and Richard looks terrified.

 

ANDREW

Come on.  I’m excited to show you. What’s down stairs?

 

RICHARD -thought bubble

 

What the fuck is in the basement?

 

Page 8

 

Panel 1

 

Medium shot:  There is a table with pipes, bottles of chemicals, wires, duct tape, rags and empty beer bottles. Emma is putting out a small fire with a fire extinguisher. There is smoke in the air. Todd and Jeff are fanning away smoke with newspapers.

 

EMMA

 

It’s fine. The bombs should be ready for the mission.

 

 

Panel 2

 

Close up:  Richard’s shocked face

 

RICHARD 

 

Bombs?  Why are you making bombs?

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Andrew standing next to Richard behind a table of Molotov cocktails.

 

 

ANDREW

 

No why are we making bombs? We are saving our community next weekend. It will make our local history and wake Americans up. No start a globally revolution.

 

Panel 4

 

Medium shot: Emma siting at supply table and Andrew standing with Richard.

 

EMMA

 

Can I tell him about the mission, please?

 

ANDREW

 

Sure.

 

 

Panel 5

 

Close up: Emma’s happy face.

 

EMMA

We are going to blow up a McDonalds so they can stop them from killing animals.

 

Panel 6

 

Close up: Richard’s shocked face.

 

RICHARD -thought bubble

 

Holy Shit. These people are truly nuts.  The food at McDonald isn’t even real food and blowing up one location won’t do shit.

 

Page 9

Panel 1

Medium shot: Andrew and Richard standing next to each other. Emma, Jeff, and Tom working on the bombs.

 

ANDREW

You did good work today. Go home.  We will pick you up next Friday at your house.

 

RICHARD

You don’t now where I live.

 

EMMA

Yeah we do.

 

Panel 2

Medium shot: In the upper left corner, text in bold says Night of mission. Richard nervously standing in his driveway wearing all black uniform.

RICHARD – thought bubble

Maybe they called it off or they will forget me.

 

Panel 3

 

Medium shot: Emma in a car pulled up to the driveway.

 

EMMA

Get in. They are already there and waiting for us.

 

Panel 4

Medium shot: They are driving down the road with the golden arches in the distance. Richard is scared and Emma is excited.

RICHARD

Emma, do you really want to do this? Come on; let’s just go hang out at my house or something, please?

EMMA

Ha ha, I’ve been looking forward to this all month.

 

Panel 5

Long shot: They pulled into them McDonalds. The employees are standing in the parking lot held at gunpoint by Jeff and Tom.

(No Text)

Panel 6

 

Medium Shot: The employees are standing in the parking lot held at gunpoint by Jeff and Tom.

(No Text)

 

Panel 7

Medium shot:  Richard and Emma standing outside the car. Emma looks very happy and Richard looks horrified.

RICHARD

Please, let’s just leave. This is crazy.

 

EMMA

It’s way too late for that now.

Page 10

Panel 1

Medium shot: Inside the McDonalds Andrew had smashed all the windows with a baseball bat and is pouring gasoline all over the floor.

ANDREW

Finally, don’t ever leave me those two idiots again.  Get the Molotov cocktails ready.

Panel 2

Medium shot:  Emma and Richard running towards the car.

RICHARD -thought bubble

I got to stop her some how.

Panel 3

Medium shot: Richard to puts his hand on Emma’s arm as she is reaching for the box of Molotov cocktails.

RICHARD

Emma. Emma, please listen to

Panel 4

Medium shot: Emma shoves Richard off her.

(No Text)

 

Panel 5

Close up: Richard on the ground surprised.

(No Text)

Panel 6

Medium shot: Richard on the ground and Emma holding the box in front of the car.

EMMA

If you aint gonna help us, stay the fuck out of the way.

Page 11

Panel 1

Medium shot: Emma and Richard light and throw the cocktails

(No Text)

Panel 2

Close up: Richard’s scared face.

Richard- Thought bubble

Oh Shit!  They are really gonna blow it up. 

Panel 3

Medium shot:  The interior of the McDonalds with broken glass and smashed bottles. There is a small fire inside.

(No Text)

 

Panel 4

Medium shot:  Emma standing looking confused and Andrew looking pissed off.

ANDREW

Emma, you fucking idiot. I thought you knew how to makes bombs. The building should be exploding.

 

Panel 5

 

Medium shot: The employees are standing over with Tom and Jeff apathetically point guns at them while text on their phones. The employees are recording Emma and Andrew with their phones.  Richard is leaning up against the car.

RICHARD

Ha ha ha

 

Panel 6

 

Long shot: Police cars and fire trucks down the road.

Sound effect

Woop Woop

 

Page 12

Panel 1

Close up: Andrews face looking pissed off, but nervous.

(No text)

 

Panel 2

Long shot:  Andrew (in the foreground) looking at the employees standing over with Tom and Jeff apathetically point guns at them while text on their phones (in the background).

ANDREW

What the fuck!?!

 

Panel 3

Medium shot: Andrew standing next to and yelling at Jeff and Tom.

ANDREW

You fucking morons! I told you to take their phones away! Now we are all going to jail!

TOM

I knew we forgot something.

 

Panel 4

Medium shot: A fire truck and 2 cop cars parked in parking lot. Fire fighters are using hoses to put out the fire.

(No text)

 

Panel 5

  Medium shot: 4 cops running towards Jeff, Tom, Emma, Andrew, Richard and the employees. 

(No Text)

 

Panel 6

Medium shot: Jeff and Tom drop the guns. 

 

TOM

Oh, Shit.

Panel 7

Medium shot:  Richard looking scared in front of the employees.  An older male employee grabs his arm

Richard – thought bubble

Oh. I’m fucked. They are never gonna believe I wasn’t apart of this.

 

EMPLOYEE

Hide behind us. You didn’t do any thing. No reason for you to ruin your life.

RICHARD

Thanks man.

 

Page 13

Panel 1

Medium shot: Tom and Jeff have their hands up in their air.

TOM

Don’t shoot or whatever.

 

Panel 2

Medium shot:  Andrew is on the ground being kick by a cop. Emma is being hand cuffed while lying face down on the ground with the cop’s foot on her back.

ANDREW

You work for us! You work for us!

 

EMMA

Get the fuck off me!  You fucking Fascist!

Panel 3

Long shot:  The fire is out and the cops are talking to the employee that saved Richard. Other employees are walking away. 

(No text)

Panel 4

Medium shot: Richard is walking towards a Taco Bell on an empty road with stores in the background.

RICHARD -thought bubble

What the fuck? That was fucking crazy. I could be going to jail right now. I’m a fucking idiot for getting into that shit.

Panel 5

Medium shot: Richard in front of the counter inside the Taco Bell. The man at the counter is wearing the uniform.

THE MAN

What do you want?

 

Panel 6

Close up:  Richard’s face looking defeated and hanging his hand.

RICHARD

Ugh. Fuck it. 2 beef tacos.

Road Trip (comic book script)

Road Trip

 

Page 1

Panel 1

Overhead shot:  Todd is lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling.

TODD – thought bubble

I miss Sarah so much.  I can’t believe we broke up just because we went to colleges on different coasts.

Panel 2

 Medium shot: Todd is siting up on his bed staring out the window of the NYC skyline.

TODD – thought bubble

I wonder what Sarah is doing?

Panel 3

Medium shot:  Sarah on the beach drinking beer by a fire.  She is surrounded by 3 surfer guys.

No text

Panel 4

  Medium shot:  Todd packs his backpack and grabs his key.

TODD

I got to go to LA and get her back.

Panel 5

Medium shot:  He drives out of the city with the skyline behind him.

No Text

 

Page Two

Panel 1

Top of Panel in bold it says “Day 1”. 

Medium shot: Todd is sitting at a picnic table drinking a cup of coffee outside a truck stop McDonalds. He looks sad.

TODD – thought bubble

What can I say to get her back?  I love her. I need to get her back.

            Panel 2

 Medium shot:  Still sitting at the picnic table drinking coffee with napkins and 3 empty coffee cups on the table. He looks really anxious and confused.

TODD – thought bubble

Why can’t I think of anything?

Panel 3

Spilt panel in half down the middle. Left side is close up: big smile on his face. Right side medium shot:   he starts writing on a napkin.

No text

Panel 4

Medium shot:  He is running in the parking with napkin in his hand.

No text

Panel 5

Medium shot: He sits in his car and puts the napkin on the dashboard.

TODD – thought bubble

I can’t wait to see her.

Panel 6

Medium shot: The car is back on the high way with other cars.

No text

 

Page three:

Panel 1

Top of panel in bold it says “Day 2”

Long shot:  The car parked on the side of the road.

No text

 

Panel 2

Close up of Todd asleep.

Panel 3

Long shot: The back of the car in the back ground and the back of a girl in the foreground.

No text

Panel 4

Spilt panel left side fist knocks on window with Text boom next to the fist. Right side close up: Todd’s startled face.

Panel 5

Close up of Todd’s nervous and tired face with window rolled down.

TODD

Ummm…. What do you want?

Panel 6

Medium shot: girl standing on the side of the road.

GIRL/ EMILY

Hi, I’m Emily.  Can I please please have a ride? I’m going to San Diego, but I will go any way west. I can give you gas money.

Panel 7

Medium shot: Todd opening the door.

TODD

Sure, but you got to drive.  I need to get some sleep. Go towards LA. Oh, and pay me now.

Panel 8

Medium shot:  Emily hand Todd a 50 dollar bill and Todd hands Emily the keys.

No text

Page four:

Panel 1

Top of panel in bold it says “Day 3”

Medium shot of Emily driving and Todd asleep.

No text besides day 3

Panel 2

Medium shot: Todd is awake and Emily is still driving.

EMILY

Good morning. So I’m going to Cali because I like to travel. I wanna hit every state before I die. What’s your name? Why LA?

Todd

I’m Todd. I’m going to visit my girlfriend. 

Panel 3

Close up: Emily’s face.  She looks really excited. Wide eyed and big smile.

EMILY

OMG.  That’s so cute. I’m a hopeless romantic. I love love like so much. It’s so cute. Tell me, how did you meet?  How did you know that you were in love with her?  How long have you been together? What is she like? I bet she is amazing and really pretty. Come on, tell me, please?

Panel 4

Close up: Todd’s blushing face.

No text.

 

Panel 5

Medium shot: Emily driving and Todd looking out the window.

EMILY

She is your girlfriend. You should be able to talk about why you like her?

Panel 6

Medium shot: Todd looking confused.

TODD

She is a cool girl.  I love her a lot.  I don’t know why. I just do. Okay.

 

Panel 7

Medium shot: Emily driving and Todd sitting next to her.

EMILY

Do you want to marry her?

TODD

Jezzus… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it. We have been together for only 5 months. 

 

Page five:

Panel 1

Top of panel in bold it says “Day 4”.

The car parked on the side of the road. Road sign says 30 miles to Los Angeles.  Emily on one side of the car and Todd on the other.

No text besides day 4

Panel 2

Medium shot: Todd in the drivers seats driving and Emily in the passenger’s seat. Todd looks very nervous and his face is flushed.

EMILY

Are you okay?

Panel 3

Close up: Todd’s panicked face.

TODD

I don’t know if I can do this. Sarah isn’t my girlfriend any more.  She broke up with me when she got into USC. I’m trying to get her back.

Panel 4

Close up: Emily’s very excited and happy face.

EMILY

That’s the  most  romantic thing I’ve ever heard… but  what  if she  does not want  to  see you?

Panel 5

Close up: Todd looks even more horrified.

No text.

Panel 6

Close up: Emily sneezes.

No text.

Panel 7

Medium shot:  Todd driving and having a panic attack. Emily wiping her nose into Todd’s Napkin.

No text.

Panel 8

Medium shot:  Emily dropping the napkin out the window.

EMILY

Calm down.  It will be okay.  You just need to know what you want to say and it will be fine. I promise. 

 

Page six:

Panel 1

Close up: Todd looks shocked.

TODD – thought Bubble

SHIT. That was my love note to Sarah!

Panel 2

Close up:  Todd looking very angry at Emily

TODD

WHAT THE FUCK?!?  I needed that!! And you just threw it away!!

Panel 3

Medium shot: Todd driving and looking very upset. Emily crying and looking confused.

EMILY

What are you talking about?  What did I do? Slow down. You are going to get us killed!

TODD

The napkin, you idiot.  Didn’t you see the writing on it? That was my pan to get Sarah back and now it’s gone!

Panel 4

Medium shot: Todd still upset but calming down. Emily crying harder. 

EMILY

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. What did it say?

TODD

I don’t remember. I knew I should have never let you in the car. 

Panel 5

Close up: Emily crying.

EMILY

I’m sorry.  I really am. But, I’m sure if you just tell her how you feel. It will work out.

Panel 6

Medium shot: The car pulls into a dorm parking lot.

No text.

Panel 7

Medium shot: Todd and Emily just sit in the parked car. Emily looks sad and Todd is anxious but not angry any more.

TODD

Um. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have freaked out on you. Wait here. 

EMILY

It’s fine. I got a good feeling. I know you will get her back.  I can’t wait to meet her.

 

 

Page seven:

Panel 1

Medium shot:  Todd standing outside the dorm building.

TODD –thought bubble

Here goes nothing. 

Panel 2

Medium shot:  Todd knocks on Sarah’s door.

Sound effect:  Knock

Panel 3

Close up: Todd’s anxious face.

No text

Panel 4

Medium shot:  The door opening with Sarah’s shocked and unhappy face peeking out the door way.

No text.

Panel 5

Medium shot:  Todd pushing open the door with his arm and Sarah looking very uncomfortable.

TODD

I love you and I don’t want anyone else. Long distance can work if we want it too.

Panel 6

Medium shot:  Todd and Sarah standing in the living room. There is a guy on a couch watching TV in the background.  Sarah is looking at her feet and Todd at looking at Sarah.

SARAH

It’s time to move on. Don’t make this harder than it has to. I told you when we broke up, I don’t love you. 

Panel 7

Medium shot:  Todd looks behind him and sees the guy on the couch. Sarah stands there with her arms folded looking at her feet. 

TODD – thought bubble

Really? She wants that guy???

Panel 8

Long shot: Todd running down the hall way blushing. Sarah standing in the back of the hall way yelling to him.

SARAH

You are still my best friend, Todd. We can still be friends right?

 

Page eight:

Panel 1

Medium shot: Todd is walking outside the dorm building crying.

No Text.

Panel 2

Medium shot:  Emily is leaning up against the car and Todd is standing near the front of the car.

No text.

Panel 3

Close up: Emily looks nervous and excited to see Todd.

EMILY

Where is she? What happened?

Panel 4

Medium shot: Todd looking at his feet. Emily looking sad.

EMILY

Oh. Too bad. It’s her loss. Get in the car. I’ll buy you dinner. I’m starving.

 

 

Panel 5

Medium shot: They are hugging. Emily’s back is towards the reader. Todd is crying a little.

No text.

Panel 6

Close up: Todd is sitting in the car. He has a half fake smile.

 

TODD

I could really use a burger and a milk shake right now.