More Future Now

F G S part 2

Today was amazing.
I mean it started out as complete shit.
Everything I've been setting up looked like it was going to flush its self right down the toilet.
All that work would have gone to waste.
Wait.
Let me back up and get this into focus.
The morning got off to a fast and uncomfortable start. The target had left for work. Leaving the wife alone. At least for a little while.
The other guy she's been fucking usually shows up about half an hour after the dipshit leaves.
He's there for about three hours. Then she runs whatever errands she has for the day.
I've got her whole schedule mapped out. Things normally step out of pattern.
Today. Today was just wrong.
As I said, the target had left for work and I was expecting Mr. Fuck to be on schedule.
Which he was. Only problem was that he wasn't alone.
Damn. The target just got into a car accident.
More later.

Looking Forward

F G S part 1

I've had the routine down for weeks.
I know every stop he makes. It's an empty and unimaginative life.
I'm not surprised.
The wife did surprise me. My first take was true to the cliche. Weak souled, insecure mouse that feels he's the best thing she could get.
Imagine my surprise that she's playing him like a chump. She puts on a shell.
He has know idea.
At first this information threw me. I thought that maybe the world had beat me to the punch. Maybe I should let things be. Obviously he was headed for a fall he wouldn't even see coming.
It took about an hour for me to realize that would be stupid.
A lesson needs to be taught and this idea of mine is way too good to throw away.
More tomorrow.

Transcriptions from the stupid

It happened in the afternoon.
Not the best time to find out.
But in these type of situations you don't really get a choice.
May you live in interesting times.
Sounds great, right up to the point interesting becomes disastrous.
Nothing goes right and the world is crashing down around you.
How much suffering is one human soul intended to take?
You give and give and all the world does is shit on you.
It's not fair.
Just because you have money and people know what you look like.
And they want to be like you.
Do they really think that you have to care.
I mean it's just a little rain.
Quit your fucking whining.
Buy an umbrella and let me do my thing.

Someone you probably know

what crap

the original painting had some charm years ago. the digital version is weak. fancy tools, nothing gained. sometimes you learn from creating enough crap that you can occasionally pull off something decent.

Page filler

Desperation

I've only posted to this blog a couple of times now. I haven't even really told any of my friends it exists. I wanted to get comfortable with the voice and expression before I try to make noise with it. What surprised me is that I got a comment. A comment with two links to an online dating site.
I am not sure what to think.
I might expect something like that if I had posted something like this.

SCENE 1
WOMAN, JODI, ARRIVING HOME, OTHER CAR THE IMPRESSION
SPACE EMPTY. FIXES DINNER, HUSBAND STILL NOT HOME. READS BOOK, WATCHES LATE NEWS, HUSBAND STILL NOT HOME. WOMAN UP AT FIVE, BED EMPTY. HUSBAND ASLEEP ON COUCH ACROSS ROOM. WOMAN DISENCHANTED. DAY TURNS TO NIGHT. REPEAT WOMAN ARRIVING HOME, HUSBAND’S CAR ONCE AGAIN NOT THERE. WOMAN DISENCHANTED. SHE PULLS BUSINESS CARD FROM PURSE. CLOSE UP ON CARD “UNINHIBITED” “602-86” FINGER COVERING REST OF NUMBER AS IT RUNS OVER IT.

SCENE 2
ANNETTE SITS ACROSS FROM JODI. ANNETTE IS CONFIDENT, INDEPENDANT, AND STRONG. SHE’S A WOMAN WHO KNOWS AND GETS WHAT SHE WANTS. WE’RE IN A BAR, UPSCALE.
‘I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD CALL THIS SOON.
‘I KNEW YOU WOULD, JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD TAKE AT LEAST A WEEK. MAYBE, JUST MAYBE TWO.
JODI BLUSHING
“I…I DON’T QUITE KNOW WHAT I’M DOING HERE”
TWO SHOT OF BOTH WOMEN, SIDE VIEW
‘YOU’RE HAVING A DRINK WITH SOMEONE YOU JUST MET YESTERDAY. YOU’RE EXPLORING.”
‘SEEING THE WORLD. LOOKING FOR NEW “
TIGHTER ON JODI
“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THIS.
“I’VE NEVER BEEN… UNFAITHFUL”
ANNETTE LAUGHING
‘UNFAITHFUL. THAT’S FUNNY.”
‘SWEETIE, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CHEATING. THIS IS ALL ABOUT YOU.”

What I had posted is a rant on people I used to work with.
It's funny. At least to me.

Desperation?

the itch

I'm trying to do this more. Fingers flashing across the keyboard. Letters become words. Words grouped together become sentences. An idea gets expressed. Hopefully, an emotional response is achieved by the reader (that's of course assuming you actually have a reader).
I go through phases. Productivity goes up and down more than an elevator. Right now I am starting to feel the beginning of a role.
I was fortunate enough to have had a significant role while painting earlier this year. The more I focus and produce, the less luck will have to do with it.
It's a rare thing but I need to intensify this itch. Push the boundaries and create a full fledged rash.