We went to the Zoo

Here's some shots from the Sac Zoo today! =D

AFTER

After.

Don't worry, it isn't permanent.

Sup guys, long time no see.

Anyway,

Before..

Guys, coffee is almost everything.

The toaster helps sometimes, too.

Did a spot of random shooting guys.

In my neighborhood yo!

So I got back into a bit of writing, and Dare i say it....

I think this is a short that's pretty much ready to shoot.

This was inspired by the song named, "Head On" by Man Man,
and by the song "Horizon" by Daft Punk.





EXT. SAM’S HOUSE - DAY

SAM

*muffled* SHUT UP!

A troubled, and flustered Sam stumbles out of a house.

SAM (CONT’D)

You call yourself family!? It isn’t any of your business and it isn’t your life. It’s my life. Got it?! It’s MY LIFE.

The front screen door smashes against the house, and she storms off down the street angered, and on foot.

Her brother, a dark-looking fellow runs out of the front door, the screen slamming behind him.

BRO

SAM! 

... Damn it, SAM come back here!

A shot of Sam still stomping down the street. (LS)

CUT TO:

EXT. MARK’S CAR - DAY
Mark is having a casual conversation with his mom, who is worried about his personal life.

MARK

Guess what? I got the job.

MOM

At the clinic?!

MARK

No not at the clinic mom..

MARK (CONT’D)

(to himself) ...dammit...

MARK (CONT’D)

At channel 4! Johnny said once I’m on his shift, we can start making small shows with the equipment there. He’s pretty good friends with one of the directors.

MOM

Any cute girls there?

MARK

...well, there’s a few actually.

MOM

Any potentials?

MARK

No, mom.. What the...

Why do you always ask about that? I don’t have time for that.

It would literally be WRONG for me to be in a relationship. I wouldn’t be able to give it enough time.

Because I don’t have time for it

MOM

Well I worry about you..

MARK

Look, how’s dad? He’s home right? I heard he came back today from the trip.

MOM

... Yeah he went to Amsterdam this time!

MARK

Amsterdam!? Oh my.. haha

Oh.. My...  

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET NEXT TO PET STORE - MOMENTS LATER

Sam walks down the street, now mildly angered. She’s on a mission to get some cat food for her precious Mr. DiddlyWinks.

She walks through the front door, exchanging a look with the cashier, who is just as fed up with her life. Chewing over a tired piece of gum.

CUT TO:

MARK’S CAR

Mark drives up to a building, beatboxing, and tapping the steering wheel to a song, content and happy.

The camera pans from him getting out of the drivers’ side to the sign of the Pet Store that SAM is in.

He walks through the front door, and greets the cashier.

MARK

Hey how’s it going?

The cashier responds with a pop of a bubbleyum bubble and responds carelessly.

CASHIER

Hey.

Mark proceeds to the cat food isle, to get a few cans for his mom’s cat - Mrs. Doodlebottom.

He’s beatboxing lightly, singing along to the tune in his head.

Sam is staring at him, angered and slightly jealous of his happy state.

MARK

Hey how’s it going?

She looks at him, grabs two cans of friskies, and then responds before walking off.

SAM

Peachy.

Mark shrugs,

MARK

Hmm. Peachy.

...and turns to pick his food out.

MARK (CONT’D)

Now.. turkey and giblets, turkey and giblets.. Hmm

CUT TO:

THE REGISTER INSIDE THE STORE - MOMENTS LATER

The two cans Sam picked out are set on the front register, the camera pans up to the cashier.

CASHIER

(after chewing her gum a bit) 

...Is this gonna be it?

SAM

(sarcastically) No, wait. I couldn’t carry the other two.

CASHIER

*chews gum*

The cashier doesn’t respond, but starts to beep the cans.

SAM

And I don’t want a bag.

Mark walks up to the register with 3 cans of Turkey and Giblets cat food, chipper as always.

Sam begins to go through her purse, only to find her wallet missing.

CASHIER

Is everything alright ma’am?

Sam has a blank expression on her face.

CASHIER (CONT’D)

That’ll be two Oh eight.

SAM

I’ll be right back.

She walks out of the front door, defeated.

CASHIER

Is this going to be it for you?

MARK

Uhh yeah, yeah.

Beep Beep Beep goes the register.

MARK (CONT’D)

Umm, actually throw these on there too.

Mark moves the two cans of friskies toward her.

CASHIER

*chews gum* Hah, arright.

Beep, Beep.

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE OF THE PETSTORE - MOMENTS LATER

She’s annoyed, and trying to find a ride. The walk’s not gonna do it today.
Her voice is softer though, as if she’s finally talking to a friend.

BF

I’m at work though.

SAM

Oh... Well, when are you off?

BF

Eight.

SAM

*sigh* Alright.

BF

Are you ok?

SAM

I’ll be fine.. just... Text me when you’re off.

She flips her cell phone closed.

SAM (CONT’D)

*UGH*

MARK

Hey. Mrs. Peachy.

She turns to mark

He hands her two cans of fancy feast.

MARK (CONT’D)

No bag.

SAM

You really didn't have to do that. 

MARK

I know.

SAM

It isn't even my Cat..

Mark raises his plastic bag.

MARK

Not my cat either. Haha

My mom named him Mrs doodlebottom.

Hahaha

SAM

Mrs. ... Doodlebottom.

..Nice

MARK

Yeah. Well, See ya later.

SAM

Thank you.

MARK

It’s no problem.

Mark walks to the car, puts the cans in the car, then remembers he forgot to get something from the Gas station.

He walks in, grabs a pack of bubbleyum, and walks out.

As he’s walking back, he notices Sam’s still there, now sitting on the curb.
He drives up to her, and rolls down the window.

MARK (CONT’D)

Hey, Not to be creepy or anything but.. Do you need a ride?

SAM

Uhhmmmm...

MARK

I promise not to cut your kidneys out and sell them on ebay.

Sam lets out a tired, yet genuine chuckle.

MARK (CONT’D)

...Promise.

She gets up hesitantly and walks towards the car.

CUT TO:

IN THE CAR, DRIVING - MOMENTS LATER

MARK

Where to peachy?

Sam’s looking out of the window.

SAM

I don’t know... And the name’s Sam.

MARK

Nice to meet you Sam. I’m Mark. But umm, I don’t really know where I don’t know is at.

SAM

Oh you’re quite the comedian, aren’t ya.

MARK

I try.

SAM

I don’t know Mark. I really don’t know. 

A pause.

SAM (CONT’D)

I can’t go home, because that’s Normandy beach. 

...Every single one of my friends is at work. 

*sigh*

A pause.

MARK

Ever been to the River walk?

SAM

Yeah, a few times. That’s just down the street from where I live actually.

...I tried PBR there for the first time.

MARK

Not bad right?

SAM

It’s not bad at all.

A pause.

MARK

Well, That’s where I was headed, I love reading there.

SAM

Reading.

MARK

Yeah, like books?

...made out of paper?

Sam laughs a bit.

SAM

Whatryou reading?

MARK

It’s a poetry book, you’re gonna hate it.

A shot of the car driving away from the camera.

CUT TO:

EXT. RIVERWALK - DUSK

Mark finishes a poem out loud.

SAM

See, that’s not so horrible either.

MARK

I’m seriously amazed you actually put up with that. That’s what, the 5th poem?

She smiles, starts tapping on her phone, and replies.

SAM

I have nothing better to do anyway..

MARK

Still, you don’t look like the poems type.

A pause.

SAM

Hah... Well, I gotta go. 

Sam gets up and starts walking away.

MARK

Alright.

Mark begins to get up.

SAM

Oh... You don’t need to walk me anywhere, my ride pulled up. ...just down there.

She points behind her.

MARK

Alright.

SAM

And thank you. Seriously. I would've probably been in a worse mood than I am now.. If you didn’t.. 

.. Well, thanks.

MARK

It’s no problem.

She walks away, mark sits back down.

Very LONG SHOT here, observing her walking.

A shot of Mark watching from behind the book.

Sam begins to run, jumps and lands in the arms of a rather tall and built fellow, finally seeing him, and happy to be at ease.

A shot of Mark, sitting on the bench alone. He continues to read the book.

He looks over at the empty spot next to him.

He puts the book down.

He sits.

FADE TO BLACK.

Do you realize?

I mean really, the fact that I've not written in so long is just astounding.
I have felt lazy, slower than I was. It's been happening since I've gotten back from Washington and Oregon.

There was some sort of creative energy there, and my tank of it seems to have run dry.
I don't understand, I really dont. Here, I wake up later than 8.
There, I never slept past 7. It makes ZERO sense.

I think here, I'm running on fossil fuel. And there, they've got something else.
I'm going to look for ways to put up solar panels, and rewire myself to be able to be creative.
Even when I don't have the energy to do it.

Maybe it's just self control. This is the right thing to do, you know. Writing. Telling you, that I love you.

But it's the way of life here I think.. Goodness, I'd like to move. And soon. I feel as though I'm being suffocated. The icy-cold fingers of sloth gripping tighter around my neck.
It's some bullcrud, lemmetellya.

Yesterday, I watched a film named Baraka. It was a film that literally changed my life.

It was shot by a couple geniuses named Ron Fricke and Mark Magidson.

The entire film has no words, and is only a collection of beautifully composed imagery. It's incredible how a story can be told to us without us having heard a single word. Some of the shots brought me to tears.

To be able to capture the human soul... Gosh

I feel like your life on earth would literally be complete. They are masters of the art.

MASTERS. 

And they shot the film in 1992!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes, I sit back. And tell myself that I will never be able to accomplish something of that kind of size, perfection, and storytelling.
But then I think that both Mark and Ron probably thought the same thing once.
But only once.

Being twenty two.

Is weird.

22, is a weird age.

Some behind the scenes goodies...

On a journey for Soda.

In my neighborhood, there is an apartment complex that has a pool. Naturally, this pool includes a soda machine.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, thirsty, without-soda, we realize there's soda nearby. So we manage to scramble up 75 cents each for a can per guy.

The person who fills this machine, or orders to have it filled is damn hip. 

Cherry Coke, MellowYellow, and grape soda just to name a few.

This machine is an avid part of my childhood.

Testing some shots in "The hole"

Today, I'm spending time in the garage.

you didn't think I meant I was working did you..? (;

HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN GRAVITY YET?

I'm so thankful. For my family.

Today, October the Third, was the day that our very first president announced that there is going to be an official day of thanks in November. 

This got me thinking about these people right here in this photo. These are my parents. I love them both dearly. I'm not entirely sure how they put up with my BS sometimes. I mean, we all have our faults, but man.....

Check them out, these humans are just awesome. And I am blessed to be a son of a Christian, tightly knit family.

It was a warm summer evening.

And I was taking a walk down main street. The streets were still resonating whatever heat was left from the sun up, and towards the tops of the skyscrapers. I walked past one of my favorite coffee shops. I looked in to see if Jack was working. Jack was always so happy at work. He was almost as happy as the painting inside was. A painting of a couple laughing near a brick wall drinking coffee.  Maybe Jack's a fake. That amount of happiness is either artificial or it is divine intervention.

He wasn't working.

"Damn." I thought. "The day I leave my wallet. Where are ya when I need ya?"

Just a tad of disappointment hit me in the gut, just under the lungs. That feeling vanished when I noticed a purse sitting under the front window though, on a chair near an outdoor table. Naturally, I went through it.

It was pretty much empty. There was a wallet slipped into a side pocket, however.
"Mila Brown", an address and 26 dollars.
Being a chivalrous guy, and loving the name Mila, I searched for where this address was.

The house wasn't too expensive, so I wasn't too intimidated to knock. There was a screen door in front of the actual door. I hate those, you never know where to knock or who's standing on the other side.
BANG BANG BANG I went on the screen.
The door opened, but I couldn't see past.
"Yeah?" a voice emerged from the screen, white paint peeling off of it.
"Hi.. I found a purse at the main street coffee shop, and the driver's license said this person lives here."
The screen door swung open after being unlocked.
"Driver's license? I meant to leave the purse there." The young woman said. Her hair a light brown, pulled back into a pony tail. A thick framed pair of black glasses rested on her perfectly shaped nose. Glasses that stood between you and the eyes that would kill you otherwise. Piercing eyes, ice-blue and dark rimmed.
"It's such an old bag, and I figured someone would like to have it." She said.

Weird.

"There was a wallet inside." I said, while pulling it out of the bag.
"Oh my gosh!" she shrieked as she took the wallet. "...Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!"
Before I could reply, she shot back.
"Do you drink coffee?"
"..uhhmm"
"Let's go back! Right now! I owe you!"

"What do you normally get?" she asked as she peered up at the menu, pushing up her glasses with a finger.
"Ummm. Usually a coffee with a few shots of espresso in it." I replied.
"Gross. I'll get a hot chocolate." she directed towards the barista.

  We sat for a while. We laughed, told stories. Listened and nodded.  Sipped on our piping hot drinks and even got free refills. I imagined, then, that I was with her. For a moment, I was hers. She was mine. And this coffee shop was ours.

"Oh my Gosh, they're here!" she exclaimed as she suddenly stood up and ran towards the door. A pair of strong and tattooed arms caught her in the doorway.
"Sweety, here's the guy who found my wallet." she said excitedly.
"Hey thanks a lot man." The meathead said, stretching his obligated hand out towards me.
I shook his hand and nodded with a smile. After which she picked up her wallet, and coat.. Leaving the purse.
"Thanks again." she said as she kissed me on the cheek.
"You ready?" she asked her beloved.

They walked out in each other's arms. Laughing while they joined their friends who were waiting outside and for a night of pizzazz.

I sat back down at the table, looked up at the painting, and took a sip of my lukewarm coffee.

Last night, we had a bonfire.

A bit dark, but you can kind of see our horrible view of the wonderful stars!

Leslie. She's cool.

The other dudes are Haroon and Jesse. Also pretty cool.