First blog entry in which I plan to tell a bit about the underworld i live in (partially).
My name does not matter, nor do the names of my counterparts. Stories do matter.
I am a person, so I tend to be wrong. I'm not interested in wasting time analyzing how I could have done the things I did. I hope you understand.
As I like movies, I present an original script, based on a true story, from my underworld.
My name does not matter, nor do the names of my counterparts. Stories do matter.
I am a person, so I tend to be wrong. I'm not interested in wasting time analyzing how I could have done the things I did. I hope you understand.
As I like movies, I present an original script, based on a true story, from my underworld.
INT. HELEN'S BEDROOM. PAST MIDDAY
Two people lie resting on the bed, side by side. [As modernity imposes it "they identify themselves as":] a man and a woman, a young (20-22) couple.
CHAD
HELEN
I guess ... I said it was a total hit, not just the song but the whole albumCHAD
Hmm...
CHAD
I think I'll go, I have to practice a bit, before Friday.HELEN
Oh, come on! You know that I can't see you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow you have your game, so we won't see you until Saturday.
CHAD
As much as 15 min.HELEN
I understand. At least let me show you what I did at my charity.Helen brings her laptop to bed. As smiling, white and bourgeois faces, during solemn charitable acts, parade in a presentation, Chad remains elusive, checking the time every five minutes. When the presentation ends, he retires.
EXT. SUBURB STREET. AFTERNOON
Chad's mind relaxes, but he doesn't wander lost, instead he focuses. He walks steady; He heads home. Life is simple for Chad: girlfriend, work, study, family. Simple things that don't arouse suspicion.
INT. CHAD'S HOME - KITCHEN
CHAD'S MOM
... and for you Chad ... what was it? one or two jars of "BCCA"?CHAD
For the fifth time ma, B-C-A-A. I've been taking this since I was 18! You should have learned it by now ...
The sound of the car driving away, understood as an empty house just for him, let him sigh. Shortly, a glance at the kitchen clock catapulted him into his room.
CHAD
...bad timing, for losing them...He was rummaging through a large trunk of sportswear. Little by little he assembled his complete uniform on the floor. Then, he looked at himself in the mirror, all in uniform. His heart, which had been racing since he was alone, had reached its maximum speed.
He turned on his desktop computer. He moved his legs while he waited.
Finally, he was online.
CHAD
Hi SIR. Im ready.-*-
