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SHE
Always dressed in faded black jeans with the knees torn out and sleeveless T-shirts emblazoned across the chest with the logos of famous rock bands (who inevitably, mother said, seemed to have the word ‘death’ in their names). Basically, She was a good girl, who did all of the things that good little girls in her land did. Like worrying about problem-things.
Indeed, on the day that our story takes place, She was very embroiled in a problem-thing. She had just come from a lecture about a problem-thing that was altogether new to her and was having quite a struggle wrapping her thoughts around it. New words were all floating around in her mind like a bunch of little problem things that she could not make into the very big problem thing that the lecture had actually been about. It was all very confusing, but she was sure that if she concentrated real, real hard, she eventually would understand. And concentrate real hard, she did!
Why, she was concentrating so very hard on the problem-thing that when she got home she ran in the front door and right through the living room, moving so fast and thinking so hard that she didn't even notice her family waving at her from their very favorite spots in front of the television. She just ran into her bedroom, slammed the door shut, put on her favorite CD, The Dead Lovers In Potato Crates, pulled out a cigarette, lit up with her unicorn lighter and started smoking furiously--like she always did when things needed thinking about.
Now, though She did not notice her family when She passed through the living room, they most certainly had noticed her. And when She turned up the CD as loud as it would go, they noticed her even more. The strange music pounded out of She's bedroom right in the middle of Father's very most favorite part of the whole game -- the important half-time talk, where famous sportscaster’s express views of interest to sports fans everywhere. Father was none-too-pleased with the development.
He cast a stern look down the hall when a creepy, screechy voice screamed, "Death is a cool old fool, a kinda’, sorta’ thing, baby. Baby, baby, baby, my little baby thing."
This was not the first time that She had turned the stereo up so loud that weird noises drowned out the television. Normally, father would just cluck his tongue a few times and use his bemused voice to tell little Skipper-Do that he should go into his sister’s room and tell her that ‘She better turn that music down if she knows what’s good for her;’ but not that day. That day Father was very, very angry and he jerked his very favorite hat off his head -- the one with his very favorite team written across the brim -- and just threw that prized possession right down into the middle of the living room floor.
Mother looked down at father's favorite hat laying on the mint-green shag carpeting and said, "I guess that it's time to teach that little girl some respect for other people's feeling." Then she reached down into the bottom of her knitting bag and pulled out a long, nasty, old, gray chain.
‘Yes,’ father nodded, as he pulled a lasso of scratchy looking twine out of his pants pocket and said through gritted teeth in a hissing voice, "I'd say its well past time."
Mother got up from her chair, straightened the lace doilies on the armrests, then looked down at where little Skipper was laying in front of the television with his face just inches from the screen.
"Come on, little Skipper-doo. "
"Oh, all right," Skipper said, but as he got up from the floor and followed his Mother and Father down the hall, a dour expression showed his continued displeasure. As they came up on She's door, the creepy voice fell silent.
Suddenly from the living room, they could hear a sportscaster's excited voice saying, "Now, Herb, that is the craziest thing that I have seen in my twenty fond years of being associated with this wonderful, wonderful game. Let me send this back over to you, Herb, as I ask, in your four years of proud association with this game, isn't that the craziest thing that you have ever seen?"
At the sound of sportscasters, Father smiled and turned around and started walking back toward the living room . . . but then, before the sportscaster Herb could even answer the important half-time question, the weird music started up all over again! This time it was louder than ever and sounded like metal rods crashing and screeching against each other in some terrible, industrial machine. Father stopped in mid-step and grew all still, his face and neck became fire engine red and his eyebrows shot way, way up on his forehead.
Skipper watched father closely, because he thought steam was going to shoot of Father's ears like in all the cartoons, but it didn't
Father pushed mother and Skipper away from the door, grabbed the handle and said, “I’ll take care of that little missy!"
When he threw that door open, right then and there, three jaws dropped to the ground! She was waving around a cancer-causing cigarette and bouncing up and down like a satanic pogo stick. She had her eyes closed, so she just kept bouncing around, even though everyone else was mortified by her aberrant behavior.
Mother covered her eyes with one arm, threw the other hand behind her head and stumbled backwards in a near faint. Skipper jumped behind Mother to stop her from falling, but mother was so very much bigger that he was knocked back against the wall, where head bumped into Father's most very favorite painting in the whole world; the one that he bought at the Starving Artists sale at the Ramada Inn, after going to all of the trouble of scrapping a chip of paint off of the hallway to compare to the browns in all the various landscapes. The painting swung this way and that, this way and that . . . then came crashing to the floor! They all three watched aghast as the corner of the Genuine Maple Frame hit the shag carpet and broke into two pieces. Father looked down at that sad sight and said, "You know, and this is a fact, mind you-it's cheaper to buy a whole new painting at the Starving Artists sale than it is to go to Sears and buy a Genuine Maple Frame."
All the while, She had no idea that she was causing any mayhem, let alone that her very fate was being decided as she danced around, smoked and listened to The Dead Lovers in Potato Crates.
When Mother pulled herself back together, the first thing she did was pat little Skipper on the head, then she turned to her enraged husband and offered him a perky smile as she said, "Tie her up, boys! Go on and get to it."
Father rushed into the bedroom and reached for his bouncing daughter just as she shot up, impaling her throat on his long, sharp nails and tearing bright, red gashes in her pale, white flesh.
"Ouch," She cried.
Father used the scratchy twine to tie her hands behind her back, and then he forced her down onto her knees. Mother came into the bedroom happily strutting like she did just before her and father went to bed early for noisy intercourse, pulled that CD out of the stereo, got a grip on each side of it, and start smashing the disc over her daughter’s spiky orange hair. And she kept up that smashing until The D.L.I.P.C. ‘s second album, Monkey Vomit on a Leper’s Little Toe, broke into pieces that flew all over the room! Skipper could not believe how cool things were going! All he could say as he watched his mother was, "Cool. This is so cool."
When Mother was done pummeling, she threw what was left of the CD into the wall,
crossed her forearms over her pert breasts, threw back her head and laughed like a Jackal,
for a long, long time. Skipper was more than a little creeped by the time Mother stopped,
put her index fingers on her daughter's temple and said, "Let us all silently pray."
She had just stayed quiet up until then, because everyone in her family was acting so weird, but things seemed to be calming down, so she said in her nicest, politest little girl voice, "Hey, I'm sorry about the cigarettes, alright? I've been meaning to bring it up with you, but you're all so weird about everything. I mean, it would be like the tattoos and weed all over again, and I don't need it, alright? When you guys quit trying to drag me back in time, then we can talk, okay? Aren't you guys about done praying? And why can’t you just see it’s a waste of time, for god’s own sake."
No one paid any mind to She, as they were all deeply embroiled in their own individual discussions with the Lord. Skipper felt particularly driven to seek the comfort of a deity, because he wanted to be forgiven for the sin of breaking father’s very favorite piece of art as soon as possible, so that if something happened like a meteor hitting their house and he died, he could still get into heaven without any serious hassles.
When Mother was done praying for the lord and all his grace to fill the vessel of her child, she cleared her throat to signal everyone that they should finish up, or, in father’s case, quit pretending, then she looked down at her daughter, smiled and said, "This hair! Lord help us, but that is the first problem we are going to have to sort out." Mother spit into the palms of her hands and began rubbing them down the sides of the spiky orange head.
Now, She liked her hair just like it was, so she started tossing her head from side to side and going all crazy. Mother tried to keep straightening the spiky hair into something more flat and normal, but it was darn near impossible with She squirming and trying to fling her head from side to side. After a few moments of struggling with her daughter and heavily moussed spikes, Mother finally stepped away from the struggling She, put her hands on her hips and said in a very, very angry voice, "You will have normal hair."
Mother looked at Skipper and Father, put a smile back on her face and said in a much, much nicer voice, "Keep a firm grip on her, boys. I'll be right back."
As soon as mother was gone, She tried pleading with father and Skipper, but they both just held her tight and stared straight ahead, acting like nothing she said mattered at all. No matter what she said, they just kept staring straight ahead at the wall and pretending like she wasn't even there. It seemed like Father and Skipper had been replaced by people She didn't even know and that made her very, very scared.
Mother returned to the room carrying the re-chargeable curling iron that Father had bought her for Mother's Day, reached down and grabbed a handful of the orange spikes, jerked back She’s head to expose her throat, then clamped a thin fold of flesh with the searing, red hot metal.
"Ouch," She cried.
The skin in the curling iron sizzled and sputtered. She was struggling very hard indeed but Father and Skipper held her tight. They could see by the look on Mother's face that she was bound and determined to keep burning that neck until she was darn good and ready to stop.
"This hurts me more than it hurts you," Mother told her.
After what seemed like forever to She, Mother finally had enough of that curling iron, but when she tried to pull it away the red metal stuck to the black skin. Mother had to jerk and pull and twist and jerk some more, until finally, with a look of sheer determination on her face that warmed Father's heart, she gave a very strong tug that ripped the curling iron right off. A big patch of flesh tore free, as well. Before mother could do anything about it, the bloody flap of flesh dripped red gunk on the white shag carpet. Mother looked down at the mess and said in her frustrated voice, "Oh, now look what you made me do."
"Ouch," She cried again.
"Are you going to mind me, young lady?"
She had not liked being scarred for life one little bit, so she tried to say just what she thought Mother wanted to hear, "Oh, yes, Mother. Now, please, can I get up?"
"Well, first we have to do something about these bumps of hair on your head, then we'll see." Mother began clamping orange spikes of hair into the curling iron and twisting and jerking, until one after another they became perfect curls. When She's entire head was transformed, Mother stepped back and got a smug look on her face and she said in her tough-gal voice, "Well, at least I managed to get a little bit of that orange mess under control." Then her voice became very, very nice as she looked her daughter right in the eye and said, "Oh, really, that's so much better, dear. You'll like this new look. Especially once you get used to it. I'll bet the boys are going to like you a lot better, too. Why, we have two boys right here, so we can ask them what they think? Say, boys, is this some juicy trim, or what?"
Father made a show of looking into She's face and smiling, then he gave her a peck on the cheek and said, "I forgot how pretty you are."
Mother turned to Skipper, "And what about you, Mr. Skipper-doo, don't you have something that you want to say to your sister?"
Without even looking, Skipper just kind of muttered, "Okay, yeah, it looks better. You're some juicy trim, Sis."
That wasn't good enough for Mother. She looked down at Skipper and shook her finger right in his face, "Now, Skipper, you go on and take a really good look at your sister."
Skipper was not about to disobey Mother when she was shaking her finger right in his face, so he looked at his sister, and when he did, boy was he surprised -- She really did look better. Skipper sounded all excited as he told her, "Gosh, you look great. Mom, she is some juicy trim! From now on you can come to all my games, okay? You and mom and dad! We’ll eat hot dogs."
She had never cared for the games and had been a vegetarian since her cat died in August, but everyone was just being so weird that She went ahead and told Skipper that she'd love to go to his game and eat hot dogs. Then She looked up at Mother and asked, "Can I get up, please?"
"After that little display?� Mother shook her head, ‘No.’ “I'm afraid that you've done nothing to show me that you know how to behave around your elders. You know, we do all this for your own good. So you'll be happy, dear. You're always moping around here, whining all the time about all these mopey things.�
“I am happy."
"Happy is as happy does, dear. Listening to songs about death is not a sign of happy. And protesting all this stuff, it just makes you so sad.�
Mother turned away and started walking out of the room; over her shoulder she called out in her tough-gal voice, "Boys, you go ahead and chain her to the bed, and bind that little thing down tight. She's not going to like it when we shove it in."
She thought about trying to fight as father and Skipper chained her to the bed, but the last time she had disobeyed her parents she had been scarred for life, so she didn't do anything. Even though the chains were so tight that they cut into her skin and made her fingers start to turn purple.
"Ouch, " She cried, “The chains are cutting me? Why must they be so tight?�
Father came out of his daze, or whatever, and answered in a voice that She had never heard before; it was a strange and breathy sound, "You just lay there and take it."
She couldn't believe that her Father was going to let chains cut her wrists. That day was so weird. Blood was seeping out around the nasty chain, bright red and glistening, flowing in thin tendrils down into the cracks between her fingers. She was ready to try to say something else, but just then a loud whirring sound blasted into the room and startled her to no end. The whirring came from the blades of the Cuisenart, as Mother placed things into the clear container and hit the Puree button.
Mother spread a white dishtowel on the kitchen table and began laying out on top of it all of the ingredients for a very special batter. There was a handy calorie counter, no bigger than the palm of your hand, just the right size for a purse, yellowed copies of Dear Abby columns that Mother had always thought were just so right, pictures of models cute enough to make her melt, and lots of other stuff -- even a few things that her own mother had given to her on a day that had been a lot like the day of our story, though a lot different.
After listening to the rise and fall of the whirring Cuisenart for a few minutes, Father got such a hankering to out into the kitchen to see what was going on, that he did just that. When Skipper saw Father get up and start silently creeping out into the kitchen, he just had to follow, because he liked to do everything that Father did. Mother had her back to the door when father entered, so he snuck up behind her and gave her a big hug. Mother snuggled back into Father, rubbing her ample buttocks back and forth over his bulging crotch, before turning around so that they could embrace properly.
Father reached around behind her back and tried to slip something into the Cusinart, and though Mother did not even look like she knew what was happening, just as father's hand neared the batter, her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. She pulled his hand out into the open and they all looked down into his palm at the little blue and white Madonna from the dashboard of the Buick. When mother saw that little blessed virgin, she just broke out laughing, let go of Father’s hand, pointed at the batter, and gave father the old ‘thumbs up!’
Skipper watched the Madonna fall down onto the chopping blades and get pureed, and he wanted to put something in that batter so bad that it felt like he might pee. He grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a big mop with a wooden handle that was a good two feet taller than Skipper. He held that mop up in front of his parents and asked them, "Can I put this in? Please, can I? Please?"
Mother looked at the size of that mop and she just had to laugh, and that laugh was still in her voice as she said, " I think it would be pretty hard to get that in the Cusinart, honey."
"I can make it fit, Mom. Remember, the puppy, mom? He was bigger than this mop."
Father had to say something about then, because someone had to change the subject. “You know, honey, I think you're underestimating the men in this family. Skipper, you go ahead and give it a try." Then with a wink to Mother, he added, "I might have something else for you to do before you have time to finish the job, though. Go ahead, Skipper, show your Mom that you can get that thing in there."
Skipper climbed up on top of the counter, put his feet on either side of the Cusinart, shoved the gray, swirly mop head down into the batter and used the toe of his sneaker to hit the ON button. The silver blades began slamming into the wooden handle, hitting so hard that it was all Skipper could do to hold on. Twice he lost his grip and the mop went all crazy, banging into his thighs and the cabinet (but not his peter, which is what Skipper was kind of worried might happen).
As Mother and Father watched Skipper struggle with the mop, they exchanged proud and amused smiles, but it was obvious to both of them that the job was too much for the little boy, so finally father stepped up to Skipper and gave him a friendly punch on the arm as he said,
"Son, I have something more important for you to do.�
Skipper knew that Father didn't think that he could get the mop into the batter, but he was determined to do just that. He used his most confident voice to tell Father, "No, I'm big enough! I am! I am!"
"I know you are," Father told Skipper, "but I have something more important. Go out into the garage and get the funnel that I use to put transmission fluid in the Buick, then take it out in the back yard and rinse it out real good with the hose, okay? This is important, every speck of oil has to be gone - we don’t want rogue lubricants getting into the batter, by god no. Rinse it out real good, alright?"
"Dad, first I want to do this. I can do it!"
Father's voice became sad, "Oh, I know that you can, son . . . it's just that, well, I guess that I can try to get that funnel clean . . . I don't know if I can, not with these eyes of mine. Getting that mop in there is a lot easier than cleaning a funnel, so I guess you should just do the little boy work."
Skipper thought that Father was being honest. He jumped down off the counter and started running for the garage. "You go ahead and take care of that stupid mop. I'll make that funnel so clean it'll look just like new."
"Son, I know you will." Father called out after the disappearing Skipper.
Mother turned to father and said, "He's going to grow up to be just like you.� Father's face just beamed when he heard that.
By the time Skipper came back in and proudly displayed a clean, red, plastic funnel, the batter was done. Skipper had meant to tell his parents about getting tangled up in the hose and how the wet spot on his pants wasn't what it looked like, but when he saw the batter he forgot everything and his face filled with a look of wonder. "It's like green snot, but it smells great! Like a fish stick shake, or something! Can I have a taste?"
Mother picked up the bowl and held it out to him, "Go ahead and take a little dab on your finger." Then she turned to Father, saying, "I know you're just dying for a little taste."
And Father was.
Both put the green slime between their lips at the same time and then let out long moans of satisfaction. Skipper liked the batter so much that he even stuck the tip of his tongue under his fingernail to get at a tiny green glob.
"Oh, that's good, dear," Father told mother.
"I could eat this stuff everyday!" Skipper added.
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Mother blushed warm at the compliments. She took a certain pride in her cooking and commenting on it was a sure fire way to just make her melt. She looked down right delighted as she picked up the bowl of batter, held it over her head and began a little dance out of the kitchen and down the hall. Skipper and father joined in the little dance, though Skipper quit pretty quick, because he was sure that he looked nerdy.
While her family was in the kitchen, She had been laying in her bed, her wrists and neck wracked with agony from the cutting chains. She had no idea what was really going on, but she had seen lots of movies about weirdo’s doing really sick things and could imagine all sorts of stuff that she didn't want to happen to her. She was so scared that she started shaking like she was cold and making a sound like a mouse, "Errrrk, errrrrk."
When She heard her family come back into the room, she opened her eyes and started to ask to be let up. But before she could talk Skipper and Father jumped on the bed, grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head until her ear was pointing up toward the ceiling. Then Father pulled the funnel out of the waist of his pants, took a firm grip on the red plastic with both hands, and, with all his might, slammed the thin nozzle down into her ear. Red and yellow gunk squirted out, covering father’s arms all the way up to the elbows. She’s eyes shot wide open and her mouth started opening and closing real fast, her lips making a circle that grew big and small, big and small--like a goldfish gasping for air in a filthy bowl. Mother poured the lime green batter into the bright red funnel, and it flowed inside She’s head.
The green gunk seeped through her brain dissolving all of the problem things that she had fretted over, and sometimes even cried about; suddenly they didn’t seem so important, like they had lost some obscure power over her. They were almost gross. Like they were bad things to even think about. She could finally see them for what they were -- buzz killers, to be avoided by looking at pretty things and being pretty and making things pretty.
The old gray chains somehow melted into thin air, and the bloody wounds on her wrists and neck were all gone. Why, even her clothes were changed! She was suddenly wearing an outfit that She was pretty sure came from the Gap or their bastard child Old Navy, but right then she didn’t even want think about child labor. What did it matter where her clothes came from, anyways?
Laughing and carefree, she jumped up from the bed, bounced her head from side to side in a parakeet manner that everyone recognized as mothers, then turned from one face to another, and offered one and all as cheery a smile as they had ever seen. Then to father, She said, "Gosh, I guess it's time to dye this crazy hair back to brown. Will you take a chip of paint off the wall in my room, so that I can make sure that I match?" After She explained that she explained that this was a joke, they all laughed, and there were big old bear hugs all around, too.
They bridged the generation gaps and all that stuff, and then they all lived happily ever after.
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.
Monday, April 11, 2005
One of the reasons I have all these potential plot lines
is that I was forced,by the opportunity (I thought) of working with another writer as my editor, and that by meeting once a week he could teach me to write faster, and I could show him a thing or two about editing (which, since his books are basically very fine first drafts published on the net, 12, he has kind ignored literary crit., where as I have had the same edotor for 16 years and had to either listen to her or get cut off from her fine, fine... conversation and edifycatiom). This broke down when Jasonpettus.com decided that since the arbitrary ten years he had given himself to make it as a writer had passed, he was going to, like he had always planned, to move on to something else. I don't whether he is making the right decision or not anymore than he does.
So, since I ws trying to produce every week to give to Jason, I was forced to go ahead with a plot that should have remained in the maybe zone for a few more years. My favorite writing is character driven. In fact, the best part of the book so far has been the long character sketches that I wrote of each character. In this post modern, read it quick and get the guist world that most of my readers dwell in, no one is going to sit still for the kind of plotless interior landscapes I used in the last book in the first third. I realize this now. I wrote about a mercenary spy and stayed mostly with his intellectual angst, rather than going the Quentic Tarantino way...
Now, I know the theme of this book. Forge a moral life and do your best to live it, even if it does require a few changes here and there along the way. The artists think they are doing this on their website and with their paintings, and to some they are, in a word oriented way that will more help them act in the purely intellectual world than the real. They can hold their own talking about the finer aspects of nature vs nurture, yet can't really decide who to punch.
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.
So, since I ws trying to produce every week to give to Jason, I was forced to go ahead with a plot that should have remained in the maybe zone for a few more years. My favorite writing is character driven. In fact, the best part of the book so far has been the long character sketches that I wrote of each character. In this post modern, read it quick and get the guist world that most of my readers dwell in, no one is going to sit still for the kind of plotless interior landscapes I used in the last book in the first third. I realize this now. I wrote about a mercenary spy and stayed mostly with his intellectual angst, rather than going the Quentic Tarantino way...
Now, I know the theme of this book. Forge a moral life and do your best to live it, even if it does require a few changes here and there along the way. The artists think they are doing this on their website and with their paintings, and to some they are, in a word oriented way that will more help them act in the purely intellectual world than the real. They can hold their own talking about the finer aspects of nature vs nurture, yet can't really decide who to punch.
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.
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Present synopsis
Matt, Zander, Jimmy, Johnaton live together in a store that Jim inherited. It is hot property in an expensive neighborhood; they run a game store on one side, and an art gallery on the other, but mostly they just hang out, smoke weed, and paint and write and try to score and sell weed. They also have a very successful web sight, and people sometimes crash there from all over the world. Mike Paite shows up on the first day, something of a cool hipster who can draw faces like a mother fucker, and starts doing them in the gallery and giving the house a cut, so they go to the back, which is open space and loft like, and build another bed room. Their rooms are basically large boxes in the storage area in the back of the store, though they have a lounge which is a living room for them and the customers and whoever comes in to buy weed, etc….
They have a near wolf, named padre, and two cats and a rabbit. A gangbanger moves in across the street, and through their association with him they learn that dog fighting is going on in the neighborhood. After finding out the cops won’t help because one of the gang bangers is gathering evidence for them. They do everything they can, but nothing helps…. the gang bangers break out their windows or some sort of warning. Then one day their own dog is missing. They find a local gang banger selling and torture him to find out where the dog is. Paite goes too far, gouges out the guy’s eyes and then slashes his throat – to the horror of the others. They then drive off and find the kid who is trying to get padre into a junkyard where the fight is; the wolf is basically pulling the kid around. They get the dog, At this point, they hear from inside the screams of a dog dying. And Paite again slashes the kid’s throat
The dog’s death screams go on and on, and then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys, It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
The entire thing horrifies Matt. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him, “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
Chapter outlines
ONE
Opens in store, with them making fun of customer. X comes in later, and introduces himself as they guy who their dealer sent over because they were trying to rent out a room. X knows them from their website. He establishes that he can make money drawing faces, so they invite him to live there.
Paite sets up a chair in front of the gallery, starts making a few hundred bucks (his examples he lays out to advertise are great. When he gives the boys a 50% cut, and asks them if they want him to hang around and drew portraits. The cops were always chasing him off the streets, but with a business backing him he was legal.
The setting is three large rooms, two smaller rectangles containing the stores, and then a large square of area behind each store where they live, store stuff, etc…. They have also built a living room area in the game room, and the gallery, so people can hang out playing games on video in one room, and dund=grons and dragons and war games can take place in the quieter gallery. Selling anything is incidently to them, because they make enough money off the weed to support their art, and none of them are extravagant.
The living room areas are slpoppy, second hand furnitiure, broken in cushions, red flower design, a co huge coffee table – oplyboards with mild cartons underneath, that serves as a game board for the larger war ga,mes. This should be in the mgame room, too. In the gallery’s living room, there should be a tv.
TWO
They throw a party and get in an argument which shows where they are coming from and describes their manifesto, which someone should drunkenly read. X should listen very intently, thinking they are serious. Later in the night, when someone causes a little bit of trouble, X kicks his ass too much, and the others, while mildly impressed, become ever so aware that this man is different than they are. Gang banger comes into party with a Bike, explaining that he wants to sell it. Jimmy buys it against Zander and Johnathon’s better wishes. ) The gang banger starts trying to sell them stolen stuff again the next day,
THREE
A few days later, when Zander is there alone with two so called friends, gang bangers come smashing in with bats and try to steal their weed. One kid locks himself in the back room where there are some brass knuckles, but he won’t unlock the door. It turns out that a gang who is rivals with the guy they bought the bike from now consider them enemies …. Rudy comes along just when Jim wants a new cat.
Signs of dog fighting begin to appear in the neighborhood, along with a plethora of people filling their front window with pictures of missing cats and dogs normally associated with fighting. The gang banger asks a lot of questions about padre and he gets bragged up. .
A customer comes in while matt is alone in the store watching porn and waking off. She is wearing a long sexy white fur. The girl says she wants to bring some of her friends over from the bar next door who were just talking about being horny.. They merely come in and point at his protruding pecker and laugh, calling him a geek. X has come home by then. He spray paints them with black, then disappears before the cops they call can show up. This is when matt realizes that he doesn’t even know x’s name, where he was from, etc…. the cops believe him when he say’s x is just someone who comes in once in awhile.
the gang bangers car has to get smashed, on both sides on different nights, to make the point he is out with his old gang or something
A DRUNKEN OLD ROOMATE SHOW UP IN THE MIDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVERYONE THERE IS used to taking his shit, but x throws him out. He should say something about the Bull in prison, the guy who was the toughest, and how he learned that outside he was almost always the bull. He can say he was never raped but they don’t quit believe him because he tells paite’s story, which is too convienant to be true.
4) Write the manifesto
Herion addict comes over and gives jim some for his tooth ache, then does the other bit he was supposed to save for jim when he woke up/ talk about how the difference between pot and everything else is significant. Have the boys write a blog about this, one that finally tries to set the pot issue aright. Legalize and then leave us the fuck alone.
SIX
, Paite can be the boof, near rascist, but he would always treat blacks well, but in the the time he works at the store he starts catching thieves and all of them are black, and some have been coming around for awhile. But at the same time, he is cool to blacks in general, he just thinks that they are victims of their lack of power. And the easiest way to get power is to steal, take risks selling drugs, join a gang…. This hatred of Paite’s will come to a head when he breaks down and tells a story about a ‘near’ rape that they all think really happened.
. Two out of three of the thieves that x catches are black..
Paite would say that keeping all of them alive is making the world stupider
Jimmy won’t hear any rascist remarks, and johnathon will kind of be in the middle. Matt thinks everyone is the same. Zander goes the same as matt.
Johnathon becomes convinced that the signs he is seeing around the neighborhood point to dog fighting, and he does this research after seeing a dog passed from a young black kid to the gang banger that they know. He lets the others know
SEVEN
Paite goes after the gang banger (who it turns out is turning evidence for the fbi and thus hated by all gangs), and finds him on the corner where he, a thirty five year old fat guy, sells crack and shit beside seventeen year old kids. X immediately wants to beat them up with a pipe, but the others stop him. . Keeping the electric company at bay (an opening scene about fearing the gas man cutting them off could work)
EIGHT
Tale of gang bangers breaking in. One hides in bathroom, other gets beat until they get the weed and leave. Eventually the get them out the door and call call the cops. Unfortunately, Paul burned a doobie while they were waiting for Chicago’s finest to show up, and the cops smelled the weed and assumed the rip off was drug related and as such they made it clear that they weren’t going to waste any time trying to catch the gang bangers who almost killed Paul.. The cop looked around the apartment like he expected to see a pile of needles or a dead body or something, then told us that he didn’t really want to get involved. “Quit dealing, assholes. We don’t give a shit if you fuckers kill each other.�
NINE
1) X challenges them to live up to their philosophy by stopping all of the dog fighting.
2) They decide to quit writing about the shit and erase all files about it, in preparation for doing the crime.
Paite: revenge is essential for the beast that we are, and humans are always trying to gain power. He learned about it in prison, and know sees it everywhere around him, a metaphor for the guards are the cops and woman use their ‘pussy’ power, or as paite says about some of them, they ‘talk with their pussies.’
Johnathon should probably object to this kind of language usage on the basis of his feminist ideas and try to explain why politically correct is not something that should have been vilified,.:
The gang bangers try to get them turned in for dealing, but the landlord is convinced that all the young boys who come over are Jimmy’s lovers. Play this up like he is a slut, a very funny scene. All jimmy will say is, “I got to have it.� Or something,.
They find out the gang bangers are being protected by the fbi, after one of them who sells them stuff gets busted and out right away, bragging it was because of the fbi. He was busted for band equipment that he tried to sell to them.
10
Padre disappears and Paite finds the nearest gang banger, drags him into an alley and shoves a knife into his eye, then asks where the dog is… the kid tells him and then Paite cuts out his other eye.. Everyone freaks out, but paiet says he wants the guy to suffer for awhile, then kills him. They take a machine gun from this guy, and have two pistols that they picked up after the problems started.
By luck, a young black gang banger is trying to walk padre to the fight and the wolf is too big for him, pulling everywhere… and when he tries to yell at him or smack him Padre snarls back like that is not a good idea and the kid doesn’t try it again. They stop and get the dog from the kid, then X slits the kids throat. Some one is crying at this point. X tells them the kid would have just found another dog.
ELEVEN
The dog’s death screams go on and on, then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys,. It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
Chapter twelve
Matt is horrified by the entire thing. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him,. “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL.
Matt, Zander, Jimmy, Johnaton live together in a store that Jim inherited. It is hot property in an expensive neighborhood; they run a game store on one side, and an art gallery on the other, but mostly they just hang out, smoke weed, and paint and write and try to score and sell weed. They also have a very successful web sight, and people sometimes crash there from all over the world. Mike Paite shows up on the first day, something of a cool hipster who can draw faces like a mother fucker, and starts doing them in the gallery and giving the house a cut, so they go to the back, which is open space and loft like, and build another bed room. Their rooms are basically large boxes in the storage area in the back of the store, though they have a lounge which is a living room for them and the customers and whoever comes in to buy weed, etc….
They have a near wolf, named padre, and two cats and a rabbit. A gangbanger moves in across the street, and through their association with him they learn that dog fighting is going on in the neighborhood. After finding out the cops won’t help because one of the gang bangers is gathering evidence for them. They do everything they can, but nothing helps…. the gang bangers break out their windows or some sort of warning. Then one day their own dog is missing. They find a local gang banger selling and torture him to find out where the dog is. Paite goes too far, gouges out the guy’s eyes and then slashes his throat – to the horror of the others. They then drive off and find the kid who is trying to get padre into a junkyard where the fight is; the wolf is basically pulling the kid around. They get the dog, At this point, they hear from inside the screams of a dog dying. And Paite again slashes the kid’s throat
The dog’s death screams go on and on, and then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys, It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
The entire thing horrifies Matt. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him, “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
Chapter outlines
ONE
Opens in store, with them making fun of customer. X comes in later, and introduces himself as they guy who their dealer sent over because they were trying to rent out a room. X knows them from their website. He establishes that he can make money drawing faces, so they invite him to live there.
Paite sets up a chair in front of the gallery, starts making a few hundred bucks (his examples he lays out to advertise are great. When he gives the boys a 50% cut, and asks them if they want him to hang around and drew portraits. The cops were always chasing him off the streets, but with a business backing him he was legal.
The setting is three large rooms, two smaller rectangles containing the stores, and then a large square of area behind each store where they live, store stuff, etc…. They have also built a living room area in the game room, and the gallery, so people can hang out playing games on video in one room, and dund=grons and dragons and war games can take place in the quieter gallery. Selling anything is incidently to them, because they make enough money off the weed to support their art, and none of them are extravagant.
The living room areas are slpoppy, second hand furnitiure, broken in cushions, red flower design, a co huge coffee table – oplyboards with mild cartons underneath, that serves as a game board for the larger war ga,mes. This should be in the mgame room, too. In the gallery’s living room, there should be a tv.
TWO
They throw a party and get in an argument which shows where they are coming from and describes their manifesto, which someone should drunkenly read. X should listen very intently, thinking they are serious. Later in the night, when someone causes a little bit of trouble, X kicks his ass too much, and the others, while mildly impressed, become ever so aware that this man is different than they are. Gang banger comes into party with a Bike, explaining that he wants to sell it. Jimmy buys it against Zander and Johnathon’s better wishes. ) The gang banger starts trying to sell them stolen stuff again the next day,
THREE
A few days later, when Zander is there alone with two so called friends, gang bangers come smashing in with bats and try to steal their weed. One kid locks himself in the back room where there are some brass knuckles, but he won’t unlock the door. It turns out that a gang who is rivals with the guy they bought the bike from now consider them enemies …. Rudy comes along just when Jim wants a new cat.
Signs of dog fighting begin to appear in the neighborhood, along with a plethora of people filling their front window with pictures of missing cats and dogs normally associated with fighting. The gang banger asks a lot of questions about padre and he gets bragged up. .
A customer comes in while matt is alone in the store watching porn and waking off. She is wearing a long sexy white fur. The girl says she wants to bring some of her friends over from the bar next door who were just talking about being horny.. They merely come in and point at his protruding pecker and laugh, calling him a geek. X has come home by then. He spray paints them with black, then disappears before the cops they call can show up. This is when matt realizes that he doesn’t even know x’s name, where he was from, etc…. the cops believe him when he say’s x is just someone who comes in once in awhile.
the gang bangers car has to get smashed, on both sides on different nights, to make the point he is out with his old gang or something
A DRUNKEN OLD ROOMATE SHOW UP IN THE MIDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVERYONE THERE IS used to taking his shit, but x throws him out. He should say something about the Bull in prison, the guy who was the toughest, and how he learned that outside he was almost always the bull. He can say he was never raped but they don’t quit believe him because he tells paite’s story, which is too convienant to be true.
4) Write the manifesto
Herion addict comes over and gives jim some for his tooth ache, then does the other bit he was supposed to save for jim when he woke up/ talk about how the difference between pot and everything else is significant. Have the boys write a blog about this, one that finally tries to set the pot issue aright. Legalize and then leave us the fuck alone.
SIX
, Paite can be the boof, near rascist, but he would always treat blacks well, but in the the time he works at the store he starts catching thieves and all of them are black, and some have been coming around for awhile. But at the same time, he is cool to blacks in general, he just thinks that they are victims of their lack of power. And the easiest way to get power is to steal, take risks selling drugs, join a gang…. This hatred of Paite’s will come to a head when he breaks down and tells a story about a ‘near’ rape that they all think really happened.
. Two out of three of the thieves that x catches are black..
Paite would say that keeping all of them alive is making the world stupider
Jimmy won’t hear any rascist remarks, and johnathon will kind of be in the middle. Matt thinks everyone is the same. Zander goes the same as matt.
Johnathon becomes convinced that the signs he is seeing around the neighborhood point to dog fighting, and he does this research after seeing a dog passed from a young black kid to the gang banger that they know. He lets the others know
SEVEN
Paite goes after the gang banger (who it turns out is turning evidence for the fbi and thus hated by all gangs), and finds him on the corner where he, a thirty five year old fat guy, sells crack and shit beside seventeen year old kids. X immediately wants to beat them up with a pipe, but the others stop him. . Keeping the electric company at bay (an opening scene about fearing the gas man cutting them off could work)
EIGHT
Tale of gang bangers breaking in. One hides in bathroom, other gets beat until they get the weed and leave. Eventually the get them out the door and call call the cops. Unfortunately, Paul burned a doobie while they were waiting for Chicago’s finest to show up, and the cops smelled the weed and assumed the rip off was drug related and as such they made it clear that they weren’t going to waste any time trying to catch the gang bangers who almost killed Paul.. The cop looked around the apartment like he expected to see a pile of needles or a dead body or something, then told us that he didn’t really want to get involved. “Quit dealing, assholes. We don’t give a shit if you fuckers kill each other.�
NINE
1) X challenges them to live up to their philosophy by stopping all of the dog fighting.
2) They decide to quit writing about the shit and erase all files about it, in preparation for doing the crime.
Paite: revenge is essential for the beast that we are, and humans are always trying to gain power. He learned about it in prison, and know sees it everywhere around him, a metaphor for the guards are the cops and woman use their ‘pussy’ power, or as paite says about some of them, they ‘talk with their pussies.’
Johnathon should probably object to this kind of language usage on the basis of his feminist ideas and try to explain why politically correct is not something that should have been vilified,.:
The gang bangers try to get them turned in for dealing, but the landlord is convinced that all the young boys who come over are Jimmy’s lovers. Play this up like he is a slut, a very funny scene. All jimmy will say is, “I got to have it.� Or something,.
They find out the gang bangers are being protected by the fbi, after one of them who sells them stuff gets busted and out right away, bragging it was because of the fbi. He was busted for band equipment that he tried to sell to them.
10
Padre disappears and Paite finds the nearest gang banger, drags him into an alley and shoves a knife into his eye, then asks where the dog is… the kid tells him and then Paite cuts out his other eye.. Everyone freaks out, but paiet says he wants the guy to suffer for awhile, then kills him. They take a machine gun from this guy, and have two pistols that they picked up after the problems started.
By luck, a young black gang banger is trying to walk padre to the fight and the wolf is too big for him, pulling everywhere… and when he tries to yell at him or smack him Padre snarls back like that is not a good idea and the kid doesn’t try it again. They stop and get the dog from the kid, then X slits the kids throat. Some one is crying at this point. X tells them the kid would have just found another dog.
ELEVEN
The dog’s death screams go on and on, then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys,. It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
Chapter twelve
Matt is horrified by the entire thing. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him,. “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL.
rough attempt at opening scene.... slightly outdated chapter outline.
I know this blog is getting boring. That is why I have set up http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com for anyone who just wants to read comedy and dark essays, rather than the decidedly less professional and amusing notes of a writer who, before the electronic age made publishing simple, would have thrown them all away during some move when there were just too many fucking boxes, you know?
Since I am trying to get my thought completly clarified on where these scenes to need to be, what needs to be said, what plot is moving along, and what underlying messages I am imparting to subconscious ones and critics alike.... I am bored as hell. I would rather just make up characters and have them do amusing things.
I recently read that the first 50 pages of the novel are the most difficult, because after that the characters are alive in your mind enough to have lives of thier own where they speack words from a center other than the writers.
Present synopsis
Matt, Zander, Jimmy, Johnaton live together in a store that Jim inherited. It is hot property in an expensive neighborhood; they run a game store on one side, and an art gallery on the other, but mostly they just hang out, smoke weed, and paint and write and try to score and sell weed. They also have a very successful web sight, and people sometimes crash there from all over the world. Mike Paite shows up on the first day, something of a cool hipster who can draw faces like a mother fucker, and starts doing them in the gallery and giving the house a cut, so they go to the back, which is open space and loft like, and build another bed room. Their rooms are basically large boxes in the storage area in the back of the store, though they have a lounge which is a living room for them and the customers and whoever comes in to buy weed, etc….
They have a near wolf, named padre, and two cats and a rabbit. A gangbanger moves in across the street, and through their association with him they learn that dog fighting is going on in the neighborhood. After finding out the cops won’t help because one of the gang bangers is gathering evidence for them. They do everything they can, but nothing helps…. the gang bangers break out their windows or some sort of warning. Then one day their own dog is missing. They find a local gang banger selling and torture him to find out where the dog is. Paite goes too far, gouges out the guy’s eyes and then slashes his throat – to the horror of the others. They then drive off and find the kid who is trying to get padre into a junkyard where the fight is; the wolf is basically pulling the kid around. They get the dog, At this point, they hear from inside the screams of a dog dying. And Paite again slashes the kid’s throat
The dog’s death screams go on and on, and then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys, It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
The entire thing horrifies Matt. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him, “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
Chapter outlines
ONE
Opens in store, with them making fun of customer. X comes in later, and introduces himself as they guy who their dealer sent over because they were trying to rent out a room. X knows them from their website. He establishes that he can make money drawing faces, so they invite him to live there.
Paite sets up a chair in front of the gallery, starts making a few hundred bucks (his examples he lays out to advertise are great. When he gives the boys a 50% cut, and asks them if they want him to hang around and drew portraits. The cops were always chasing him off the streets, but with a business backing him he was legal.
The setting is three large rooms, two smaller rectangles containing the stores, and then a large square of area behind each store where they live, store stuff, etc…. They have also built a living room area in the game room, and the gallery, so people can hang out playing games on video in one room, and dund=grons and dragons and war games can take place in the quieter gallery. Selling anything is incidently to them, because they make enough money off the weed to support their art, and none of them are extravagant.
The living room areas are slpoppy, second hand furnitiure, broken in cushions, red flower design, a co huge coffee table – oplyboards with mild cartons underneath, that serves as a game board for the larger war ga,mes. This should be in the mgame room, too. In the gallery’s living room, there should be a tv.
TWO
They throw a party and get in an argument which shows where they are coming from and describes their manifesto, which someone should drunkenly read. X should listen very intently, thinking they are serious. Later in the night, when someone causes a little bit of trouble, X kicks his ass too much, and the others, while mildly impressed, become ever so aware that this man is different than they are. Gang banger comes into party with a Bike, explaining that he wants to sell it. Jimmy buys it against Zander and Johnathon’s better wishes. ) The gang banger starts trying to sell them stolen stuff again the next day,
THREE
A few days later, when Zander is there alone with two so called friends, gang bangers come smashing in with bats and try to steal their weed. One kid locks himself in the back room where there are some brass knuckles, but he won’t unlock the door. It turns out that a gang who is rivals with the guy they bought the bike from now consider them enemies …. Rudy comes along just when Jim wants a new cat.
Signs of dog fighting begin to appear in the neighborhood, along with a plethora of people filling their front window with pictures of missing cats and dogs normally associated with fighting. The gang banger asks a lot of questions about padre and he gets bragged up. .
A customer comes in while matt is alone in the store watching porn and waking off. She is wearing a long sexy white fur. The girl says she wants to bring some of her friends over from the bar next door who were just talking about being horny.. They merely come in and point at his protruding pecker and laugh, calling him a geek. X has come home by then. He spray paints them with black, then disappears before the cops they call can show up. This is when matt realizes that he doesn’t even know x’s name, where he was from, etc…. the cops believe him when he say’s x is just someone who comes in once in awhile.
the gang bangers car has to get smashed, on both sides on different nights, to make the point he is out with his old gang or something
A DRUNKEN OLD ROOMATE SHOW UP IN THE MIDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVERYONE THERE IS used to taking his shit, but x throws him out. He should say something about the Bull in prison, the guy who was the toughest, and how he learned that outside he was almost always the bull. He can say he was never raped but they don’t quit believe him because he tells paite’s story, which is too convienant to be true.
4) Write the manifesto
Herion addict comes over and gives jim some for his tooth ache, then does the other bit he was supposed to save for jim when he woke up/ talk about how the difference between pot and everything else is significant. Have the boys write a blog about this, one that finally tries to set the pot issue aright. Legalize and then leave us the fuck alone.
SIX
, Paite can be the boof, near rascist, but he would always treat blacks well, but in the the time he works at the store he starts catching thieves and all of them are black, and some have been coming around for awhile. But at the same time, he is cool to blacks in general, he just thinks that they are victims of their lack of power. And the easiest way to get power is to steal, take risks selling drugs, join a gang…. This hatred of Paite’s will come to a head when he breaks down and tells a story about a ‘near’ rape that they all think really happened.
. Two out of three of the thieves that x catches are black..
Paite would say that keeping all of them alive is making the world stupider
Jimmy won’t hear any rascist remarks, and johnathon will kind of be in the middle. Matt thinks everyone is the same. Zander goes the same as matt.
Johnathon becomes convinced that the signs he is seeing around the neighborhood point to dog fighting, and he does this research after seeing a dog passed from a young black kid to the gang banger that they know. He lets the others know
SEVEN
Paite goes after the gang banger (who it turns out is turning evidence for the fbi and thus hated by all gangs), and finds him on the corner where he, a thirty five year old fat guy, sells crack and shit beside seventeen year old kids. X immediately wants to beat them up with a pipe, but the others stop him. . Keeping the electric company at bay (an opening scene about fearing the gas man cutting them off could work)
EIGHT
Tale of gang bangers breaking in. One hides in bathroom, other gets beat until they get the weed and leave. Eventually the get them out the door and call call the cops. Unfortunately, Paul burned a doobie while they were waiting for Chicago’s finest to show up, and the cops smelled the weed and assumed the rip off was drug related and as such they made it clear that they weren’t going to waste any time trying to catch the gang bangers who almost killed Paul.. The cop looked around the apartment like he expected to see a pile of needles or a dead body or something, then told us that he didn’t really want to get involved. “Quit dealing, assholes. We don’t give a shit if you fuckers kill each other.�
NINE
1) X challenges them to live up to their philosophy by stopping all of the dog fighting.
2) They decide to quit writing about the shit and erase all files about it, in preparation for doing the crime.
Paite: revenge is essential for the beast that we are, and humans are always trying to gain power. He learned about it in prison, and know sees it everywhere around him, a metaphor for the guards are the cops and woman use their ‘pussy’ power, or as paite says about some of them, they ‘talk with their pussies.’
Johnathon should probably object to this kind of language usage on the basis of his feminist ideas and try to explain why politically correct is not something that should have been vilified,.:
The gang bangers try to get them turned in for dealing, but the landlord is convinced that all the young boys who come over are Jimmy’s lovers. Play this up like he is a slut, a very funny scene. All jimmy will say is, “I got to have it.� Or something,.
They find out the gang bangers are being protected by the fbi, after one of them who sells them stuff gets busted and out right away, bragging it was because of the fbi. He was busted for band equipment that he tried to sell to them.
10
Padre disappears and Paite finds the nearest gang banger, drags him into an alley and shoves a knife into his eye, then asks where the dog is… the kid tells him and then Paite cuts out his other eye.. Everyone freaks out, but paiet says he wants the guy to suffer for awhile, then kills him. They take a machine gun from this guy, and have two pistols that they picked up after the problems started.
By luck, a young black gang banger is trying to walk padre to the fight and the wolf is too big for him, pulling everywhere… and when he tries to yell at him or smack him Padre snarls back like that is not a good idea and the kid doesn’t try it again. They stop and get the dog from the kid, then X slits the kids throat. Some one is crying at this point. X tells them the kid would have just found another dog.
ELEVEN
The dog’s death screams go on and on, then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys,. It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
Chapter twelve
Matt is horrified by the entire thing. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him,. “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.
Since I am trying to get my thought completly clarified on where these scenes to need to be, what needs to be said, what plot is moving along, and what underlying messages I am imparting to subconscious ones and critics alike.... I am bored as hell. I would rather just make up characters and have them do amusing things.
I recently read that the first 50 pages of the novel are the most difficult, because after that the characters are alive in your mind enough to have lives of thier own where they speack words from a center other than the writers.
Present synopsis
Matt, Zander, Jimmy, Johnaton live together in a store that Jim inherited. It is hot property in an expensive neighborhood; they run a game store on one side, and an art gallery on the other, but mostly they just hang out, smoke weed, and paint and write and try to score and sell weed. They also have a very successful web sight, and people sometimes crash there from all over the world. Mike Paite shows up on the first day, something of a cool hipster who can draw faces like a mother fucker, and starts doing them in the gallery and giving the house a cut, so they go to the back, which is open space and loft like, and build another bed room. Their rooms are basically large boxes in the storage area in the back of the store, though they have a lounge which is a living room for them and the customers and whoever comes in to buy weed, etc….
They have a near wolf, named padre, and two cats and a rabbit. A gangbanger moves in across the street, and through their association with him they learn that dog fighting is going on in the neighborhood. After finding out the cops won’t help because one of the gang bangers is gathering evidence for them. They do everything they can, but nothing helps…. the gang bangers break out their windows or some sort of warning. Then one day their own dog is missing. They find a local gang banger selling and torture him to find out where the dog is. Paite goes too far, gouges out the guy’s eyes and then slashes his throat – to the horror of the others. They then drive off and find the kid who is trying to get padre into a junkyard where the fight is; the wolf is basically pulling the kid around. They get the dog, At this point, they hear from inside the screams of a dog dying. And Paite again slashes the kid’s throat
The dog’s death screams go on and on, and then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys, It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
The entire thing horrifies Matt. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him, “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
Chapter outlines
ONE
Opens in store, with them making fun of customer. X comes in later, and introduces himself as they guy who their dealer sent over because they were trying to rent out a room. X knows them from their website. He establishes that he can make money drawing faces, so they invite him to live there.
Paite sets up a chair in front of the gallery, starts making a few hundred bucks (his examples he lays out to advertise are great. When he gives the boys a 50% cut, and asks them if they want him to hang around and drew portraits. The cops were always chasing him off the streets, but with a business backing him he was legal.
The setting is three large rooms, two smaller rectangles containing the stores, and then a large square of area behind each store where they live, store stuff, etc…. They have also built a living room area in the game room, and the gallery, so people can hang out playing games on video in one room, and dund=grons and dragons and war games can take place in the quieter gallery. Selling anything is incidently to them, because they make enough money off the weed to support their art, and none of them are extravagant.
The living room areas are slpoppy, second hand furnitiure, broken in cushions, red flower design, a co huge coffee table – oplyboards with mild cartons underneath, that serves as a game board for the larger war ga,mes. This should be in the mgame room, too. In the gallery’s living room, there should be a tv.
TWO
They throw a party and get in an argument which shows where they are coming from and describes their manifesto, which someone should drunkenly read. X should listen very intently, thinking they are serious. Later in the night, when someone causes a little bit of trouble, X kicks his ass too much, and the others, while mildly impressed, become ever so aware that this man is different than they are. Gang banger comes into party with a Bike, explaining that he wants to sell it. Jimmy buys it against Zander and Johnathon’s better wishes. ) The gang banger starts trying to sell them stolen stuff again the next day,
THREE
A few days later, when Zander is there alone with two so called friends, gang bangers come smashing in with bats and try to steal their weed. One kid locks himself in the back room where there are some brass knuckles, but he won’t unlock the door. It turns out that a gang who is rivals with the guy they bought the bike from now consider them enemies …. Rudy comes along just when Jim wants a new cat.
Signs of dog fighting begin to appear in the neighborhood, along with a plethora of people filling their front window with pictures of missing cats and dogs normally associated with fighting. The gang banger asks a lot of questions about padre and he gets bragged up. .
A customer comes in while matt is alone in the store watching porn and waking off. She is wearing a long sexy white fur. The girl says she wants to bring some of her friends over from the bar next door who were just talking about being horny.. They merely come in and point at his protruding pecker and laugh, calling him a geek. X has come home by then. He spray paints them with black, then disappears before the cops they call can show up. This is when matt realizes that he doesn’t even know x’s name, where he was from, etc…. the cops believe him when he say’s x is just someone who comes in once in awhile.
the gang bangers car has to get smashed, on both sides on different nights, to make the point he is out with his old gang or something
A DRUNKEN OLD ROOMATE SHOW UP IN THE MIDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND EVERYONE THERE IS used to taking his shit, but x throws him out. He should say something about the Bull in prison, the guy who was the toughest, and how he learned that outside he was almost always the bull. He can say he was never raped but they don’t quit believe him because he tells paite’s story, which is too convienant to be true.
4) Write the manifesto
Herion addict comes over and gives jim some for his tooth ache, then does the other bit he was supposed to save for jim when he woke up/ talk about how the difference between pot and everything else is significant. Have the boys write a blog about this, one that finally tries to set the pot issue aright. Legalize and then leave us the fuck alone.
SIX
, Paite can be the boof, near rascist, but he would always treat blacks well, but in the the time he works at the store he starts catching thieves and all of them are black, and some have been coming around for awhile. But at the same time, he is cool to blacks in general, he just thinks that they are victims of their lack of power. And the easiest way to get power is to steal, take risks selling drugs, join a gang…. This hatred of Paite’s will come to a head when he breaks down and tells a story about a ‘near’ rape that they all think really happened.
. Two out of three of the thieves that x catches are black..
Paite would say that keeping all of them alive is making the world stupider
Jimmy won’t hear any rascist remarks, and johnathon will kind of be in the middle. Matt thinks everyone is the same. Zander goes the same as matt.
Johnathon becomes convinced that the signs he is seeing around the neighborhood point to dog fighting, and he does this research after seeing a dog passed from a young black kid to the gang banger that they know. He lets the others know
SEVEN
Paite goes after the gang banger (who it turns out is turning evidence for the fbi and thus hated by all gangs), and finds him on the corner where he, a thirty five year old fat guy, sells crack and shit beside seventeen year old kids. X immediately wants to beat them up with a pipe, but the others stop him. . Keeping the electric company at bay (an opening scene about fearing the gas man cutting them off could work)
EIGHT
Tale of gang bangers breaking in. One hides in bathroom, other gets beat until they get the weed and leave. Eventually the get them out the door and call call the cops. Unfortunately, Paul burned a doobie while they were waiting for Chicago’s finest to show up, and the cops smelled the weed and assumed the rip off was drug related and as such they made it clear that they weren’t going to waste any time trying to catch the gang bangers who almost killed Paul.. The cop looked around the apartment like he expected to see a pile of needles or a dead body or something, then told us that he didn’t really want to get involved. “Quit dealing, assholes. We don’t give a shit if you fuckers kill each other.�
NINE
1) X challenges them to live up to their philosophy by stopping all of the dog fighting.
2) They decide to quit writing about the shit and erase all files about it, in preparation for doing the crime.
Paite: revenge is essential for the beast that we are, and humans are always trying to gain power. He learned about it in prison, and know sees it everywhere around him, a metaphor for the guards are the cops and woman use their ‘pussy’ power, or as paite says about some of them, they ‘talk with their pussies.’
Johnathon should probably object to this kind of language usage on the basis of his feminist ideas and try to explain why politically correct is not something that should have been vilified,.:
The gang bangers try to get them turned in for dealing, but the landlord is convinced that all the young boys who come over are Jimmy’s lovers. Play this up like he is a slut, a very funny scene. All jimmy will say is, “I got to have it.� Or something,.
They find out the gang bangers are being protected by the fbi, after one of them who sells them stuff gets busted and out right away, bragging it was because of the fbi. He was busted for band equipment that he tried to sell to them.
10
Padre disappears and Paite finds the nearest gang banger, drags him into an alley and shoves a knife into his eye, then asks where the dog is… the kid tells him and then Paite cuts out his other eye.. Everyone freaks out, but paiet says he wants the guy to suffer for awhile, then kills him. They take a machine gun from this guy, and have two pistols that they picked up after the problems started.
By luck, a young black gang banger is trying to walk padre to the fight and the wolf is too big for him, pulling everywhere… and when he tries to yell at him or smack him Padre snarls back like that is not a good idea and the kid doesn’t try it again. They stop and get the dog from the kid, then X slits the kids throat. Some one is crying at this point. X tells them the kid would have just found another dog.
ELEVEN
The dog’s death screams go on and on, then there is a shot. And just like that two more dogs are growling and howling in pain inside. Matt starts walking toward the fight with his gun, saying he was going to stop the fight. Paite follows. Jimmy and Johnathon do not want to go in, but they do. As soon as they see a circle of people around the fight, Paite opens up on them. A few are armed, and Jimmy and Johnathon are both shot down by one of them while matt and Paite are killing other guys,. It is a blood bath, and Paite goes around firing kill shots into their heads, then Paite kills the dogs to quote ‘stop their memories or anybody else from torturing them.
Chapter twelve
Matt is horrified by the entire thing. He and Paite leave together, go back to the store and split the cash they have, take a few paintings and games and other shit they think they can sell along the way, then hop into their car and drive… when Matt asks where they are going, Paite tells him,. “Someplace warm. Someplace that makes you forget you were ever anywhere else. I have a cousin in Florida. We can surf on her coach until something comes up. We’ve got enough weed to deal with anything.�
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.
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