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A cute 17 year old girl got a summer job helping a disabled man. Wash him, feed him and take him out. He is about 30 years old and is incapable of moving or speaking at all. He is just living and breathing. He falls in love with her but is unable to voice how he feels. She does not care about him whatsoever, she only needs some money over the summer to buy Fireball whiskey and cigarettes. She goes to beach parties and hooks up with jocks, the man resents that. She is his sweet angel caretaker. She picks him up the next day, hungover, only semi-aware of what’s going on; she’s thinking about the next fire her and her friends are going to this summer. What could the disabled man possibly do? He knew there was no way he could ever end up with her. The only thing he knows he could do is kill himself to get her to feel at least some way about him, but he can’t even do that. The summer ends and his mother is home from her vacation in the Bahamas with her third husband. “What a cute young woman that was” his mother says on her day back in town. He breathes deep as the girl goes on her way. He lays awake thinking about how she could never care.
Alex is a scrawny, long-haired 18 year old who lives with his jaded old father. His Father is bitter, rarely speaks and is single. He spends most of his time chain-smoking outside their low-income housing unit. Alex has very poor social skills but it’s beyond that, he has autism. His father doesn’t know nor care, however he does know something isn’t right with him; but never bothered to check it out. Alex doesn’t know why he wants to resent his father, he actually feels guilty of it. He wants to rebel, but he can’t. Early in the morning Alex runs to the gravel parking lot of the Church near his house to dance. He doesn’t care who sees, he goes in his stained track-pants and extra-small shirt that looks baggy because of how skinny he is. Alex doesn’t make eye-contact with anyone. He is going to live under a shell for his whole life, with no understanding of social interaction. That is until his father dies, which deep down he hopes will be sooner than later.
the day ryan dunn died
Running through the halls of my middle school at light speed! As far as I am concerned I am the fastest. I climb the rope in the school gym despite some worry. “I saw it on Jackass!” I would proclaim loud just as my friends would as well. My body's a temple with rules made to be broken. The air was still with the rich smell of sweat and feet of the school gym. The kid with an iPhone, I think his name was Spencer, he went on social media. No one else did. But Spencer was connected. “Ryan Dunn from ‘Jackass’ just died, I just saw it on my Facebook feed” Spencer said. I froze and quickly snatched his phone out of his hand so I could read the article. He did not care about Ryan Dunn’s death. He had no idea who the man was. I thought to myself for a moment, letting it sink in. “Humans are mortal.”
I learned on that day that humans are mortal. I learned.
sitcom ideas
An elderly man who can’t remember his past believes that he was a successful boxer in the 1980’s. He spends his time on busses, at bars, cafes and other social places telling people tales of his fabricated past in great detail to the point of gaining some sort of cult status after a social media page is made about him titled; “The Story of a Forgotten Boxer, ‘Benjamin Big Guns’”. Due to his charisma, confidence and intoxicating mannerisms; he ends up going “viral” and becomes the star he believes he once was. We follow him through the ups and downs that this new-found fame has to offer and a potential realization of his true past. Does it all catch up to him? You’ll have to watch to find out!
A mentally stable 19 year-old with a fascination and love for all things drugs starts hanging out the only place he knows to get stuff other than weed and acid, the “streets”. He is about 6’2”, black and has a great sense of style. He begins to hangout with true drug addicts in his spare time. He wants to try everything he can get his hands on. But as he sees them more often, he begins to build relationships with crackheads, heroin addicts, alcoholics and everything in between. He meets some truly nice people, and some not so much. But really when it comes down to it he doesn’t know who he can trust, unpredictable and erratic behaviour becomes a norm in his day to day life; and as he spirals deeper into a drug obsession he can't tell whether he’s going crazy or just caught up in a frenzy he did to himself. Now becoming something like friends with these people, he has no idea how to get out of this vicious cycle he created. We follow him through the terror of drug abuse, confusion, mood swings and much more. We watch him lose himself and try to pick himself back up. He may fall in love and he may make enemies; everything is up in the air when it comes to the deep dark depths of drug culture, the hidden society of the city streets and a whole new world that people are blinded from, or refuse to see.
A local mom and pop pizza shop has a staff of friends and family who have been there since the beginning. Everything seems normal from the outside, but the staff is actually riddled with a terrible cocaine addiction. The shop runs well but as they lose their novelty after being active for so long; the hype begins to die. They spent the peak of this business snorting it up the nose; a successful local business was rare and they were reaping the benefits. Now they watch profits begin to go down while the party-life they have lead for 10 years starts to catch up with them. When they hire someone they think can pick up the pieces, the young man gets caught in a storm he can't get out of. We follow this new employee as he finds out there's more to this business than addiction, and that maybe pizza is not all they deal with in there.
A group of low-life, degenerate potheads do nothing the summer going into their Grade 11 year of highschool. When their only dealer suddenly dies from some drug overdose they find themselves confused and in a rut. They don't know what to do. We follow them try and figure “stuff” out mindlessly and achieving little to nothing all summer.
pantoum about young thug
Young Thug may be a genius
He graces us with his music
His flows are the cleanest
Lord knows he can't be human
He graces us with his music
Thugga Thugga baby
Lord knows he can’t be human
But maybe just maybe
Thugga Thugga Baby
He’s about to wild out
But maybe just maybe
He’s about to shout
He’s about to wild out
Innovative and creative
He’s about to shout
Blessed with beautiful melodies
Innovative and creative
His flows are the cleanest
Blessed with beautiful melodies
Young Thug may be a genius
I always wanted to be a dancer. I met Joseph when I was just a little girl. However he never really knew me; I admired him though, he would fly through the air like some sort of superhero and I’d watch in awe. I believed in him. I watched him and my eyes would shine bright. I could never learn how to dance like that I thought; not when i’d get home from school to 5 abusive brothers and no one else. I knew as I’d grow older I would never marry because men only ever disheartened me. 5 brothers sticking their fingers up their noses feeding me little to no food slamming my head down to the ground and screaming in my ear; they would forget about the snot on their fingertips. So who needs men? But Joseph; not only did he inspire me but i think I was falling in love. Men are insects but he was something else; I think I just felt a longing to adopt his soul. His wholesome soul. He was 35, maybe 36 years old. He would be there. But no one knew; it was only me that could admire his alluring dancing. I forgot all about other people, I would melt into his world. I got lost in this yearning for him. But I was only there in the corner of his intoxicating eyes. I never met Joseph, I even wanted to be Joseph. But I will never be anything more than in sheer disarray. I will not be Joseph, Joseph was never there. I wanted nothing more than a shoulder to cry on or an ear to feed my thoughts into but I was and always will be alone with the nothing in the air to calm me down. The vibrations of an empty house. Footsteps make me nervous, I guess I was never cut out to be a dancer.
A conversation recorded on somebody's iPhone voice memos between two people at a bus stop at 3:00PM on Sunday, Aug. 27th 2017.
Him: Freedom is - sorry. I lost my train of thought when you interjected.
Her: It said it broke the two horns off the goat and the two horns become four and freedom.
Him: It would have been duality right so you know you’re gonna have to do pretty much everything you’re gonna fight you know up-down-left-right -
Her: Like everything els-
Him: And everything in between that's why we have radiators that’s why we have rulers to measure with.
Her: I don’t think we're meant to experience that kind of evil though God didn’t originally create the world so it would wind up like this, be like this, were supposed to- people go crazy and they go to jail that’s why someone messes up and they have post-traumatic stress because of… spirits and stuff.
Him: People can say it was an unnatural element but it’s what made freedom happen, freedom could not exist without (it).
Her: Well we wouldn’t need to fight for freedom if the evil didn't happen in the first place.
Him: Let’s put it this way if everything was absolutely perfect then this universe would be effin’ boring.
Her: There’s other things you can do to amuse yourself or entertain yourself you know fight for it you know.
Him: If darkness didn’t exist neither would matter because every composite function of matter you know weather it’s this thing (he knocks on the bench at this bus stop shelter) everything’s composed of energy and darkness-
Her: It’s like an emotional equivalent kinda thing-
Him: Resistance could not exist without either, there’s nothing solid about this chair there’s nothing solid about the ground we're standing it’s all frequencies.
Her: One creates the need for the other. That’s what happens.
Him: That’s the reason we listen to music-
Her: Yeah it’s definitely frequencies. If didn’t have one we would not need the other. I’d rather not have to worry about it. Why kill anybody that’s evil if we need it.
Him: That’s why we have choice.
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