pine trees here and there

If you look at the cycles of the moon, it starts as a thin crescent and then gradually waxes until it becomes full; then it gradually wanes back into another crescent and then it is gone. The moon reflects sunlight like humans reflect information. We wax and wane and when we become full moons, our egos are full. We think we have this knowledge when in fact, the information we have is pure. And how it reflects or shines off of us, is something we take credit for as though the moon could take credit for its brightness when, in fact, it is only reflecting light from the sun. We have to understand that we are ego-less just as the moon is without light. It and we are simply reflectors. The ego is not responsible for the information. It can reflect the information in creative ways, but the information itself is pure.

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Poor Richie's Dead

int. citadel bank -- day

A blue Mustang SCREECHES into the parking spot nearest the bank's entrance. HUGH kicks the door open in frustration and rushes to the other side of the Mustang and rips the door open. A second man, near Hugh's age of 30, hobbles out of the Mustang, his pink shirt crimson red near the belly from a gunshot wound.

Hugh pulls RICHIE from the car and drags him to the bank's glass door entrance. Hugh BASHES the door open, a pistol in his free hand. He aims it at the lone, fat, short and aging security guard who throws his hands up immediately.

RICHIE

(resting Richie against a wall)

Do not fucking test me!

Everyone in the bank from cashiers to ATM-visiting civilians drop what they are doing.

HUGH

Everyone get on the floor now! No bullshit!

One female cashier begins to move towards a certain desk in the bank.

HUGH

(noticing)

Take another step and you're dead. Get on the floor!

RICHIE

(gritting teeth)

Hurry the fuck up Hugh...I ain't gonna make it!

With everyone on the floor Hugh begins to drag Richie across the bank's lobby towards the vault.

HUGH

(pointing with gun)

Move your ass and open up the vault now!

RICHIE

(using table for support)

Come on Hugh...I don't wanna die like this.

HUGH

(picking Richie up again)

I'm gonna take care of you man, just let me do what I gotta do.

The bank manager moves forward with a large set of keys. The vault is small and made of steel. Not the huge traditional large ones in modern banks.

BANK MANAGER

(fiddling with keys)

You're going to...you're going to have to give me a hand. It takes two keys at the same time to open it.

HUGH

(resting Richie on floor)

Shoot them Richie if they try something funny.

RICHIE

(weakly holding pistol)

Sure thing...

The bank manager and Hugh both put keys into the vault to open it. They turn opposite ways.

The security guard begins to crawl out of view, using the cover of the other prone bodies.

RICHIE

Hugh...the fat ass is tryin' move.

HUGH

(moving away from vault)

Give me the gun.

Hugh walks over to the guard who stops just as he hears Hugh's footsteps. He looks up sheepishly.

HUGH

You gonna stop moving or should I shoot you in the ass?

guard

(scared)

I'm...yeah...I'll stop movin.'

HUGH

Move again and I'll shoot you in your ass twice, one for each cheek.

GUARD

(shaking head)

I ain't..Don't worry Mistah, I ain't gonna move no more.

Hugh walks away from the guard and resumes turning the vault key with the bank manager.

Several people begin to move around, peeking their heads up.

RICHIE

Hey...hey Hugh. They're all moving and shit...

HUGH

I got it.

Hugh walks to the center of the room.

HUGH

Next one to move gets one right between the eyes. This is not a fucking game. Do not push my buttons.

Hugh finally opens the vault. A second door blocks entrance to the money stash.

RICHIE

Hey...hey Hugh. Buddy, I think we got cops.

HUGH

(to bank manager)

How do you open this one?

BANK MANAGER

Combination. See...see the lock right there?

HUGH

Then open it!

BANK MANAGER

Can't. The armored car guys change it and don't tell us.

RICHIE

(in pain)

He's fucking lying! Hugh don't let me die like this!

HUGH

(putting gun in manager's face)

Open it or I shoot your goddamn kidneys.

BANK MANAGER

Fuck that. The cops are outside anyways.

Hugh throws the manager against the metal wall and pushes his gun on the manager's hand.

HUGH

(calling out)

Hey Richie, how many hands you need to play with a Masterlock?

RICHIE

(laughing in pain)

Hehehe...I think...wait let me think...I almost got it. Ya only need one! Yeah...fuck...

Hugh shoots the manager's hand once, then shoots off his pinky. Speckles of blood splashes onto Hugh's light blue shirt and his skin.

HUGH

Open the goddamn door now!

The bank manager YELPS in pain all the while crawling over to the vault door. He inputs the combination quickly then slumps over in shock.

RICHIE

Shit! The cops are outside man. Hurry up!

Hugh rushes to Richie's side and props him against his own body. Dragging Richie to the vault door Hugh begins to cry.

HUGH

(through tears)

It wasn't supposed to be this way man. I wanted so much more for you.

RICHIE

Fuck it. Ya know? I had one goal in my life. One goal no matter how I got to it. And I chose this way. You ain't got nothing to feel sad about man.

HUGH

(nearing vault door)

But I could have done more for you.

RICHIE

You know...I should have done more for myself. Never should have dragged you into it.

HUGH

(resting against wall to catch breath)

You didn't drag me. I wanted to get quick cash just as much as you did.

RICHIE

But you see the funny thing is...I was so close. Ya know?

HUGH

Yeah I know Rich.

RICHIE

I just don't wanna die like this.

HUGH

But you're gonna live your dream aren't you?

RICHIE

Shit. Dream. Dreams. Fuck, I had those.

The police sirens grow louder as the cops begin to bang on the locked bank entrance. A few prepare to bust through with a large black object.

HUGH

I remember when I met you.

RICHIE

I was poor then and I'm still poor now.

HUGH

I know. But you told me that you wanted to die rich right?

RICHIE

Oh yeah. I wanted to die with money and love. Ya know? A king's death or somethin'

HUGH

(pushing second vault door open)

Well you know you can still live that dream--

RICHIE

Hey Hugh...Hugh. You ever have dreams? You still got ones you wanna accomplish?

HUGH

Well, yeah I guess. I had dreams. But they don't matter anymore because I want you to fulfill your dream.

RICHIE

Well fuck me man. You ain't the one with the bullet in his belly. you should go on and live your life. I shouldn't be the one to stop you.

The police officers bust through the front door. Dozens of civilians and workers rush out the door into the safety of the police.

HUGH

Naw, it's alright. My dreams aren't possible. Yours is better.

RICHIE

(shutting vault door)

Wait. You...you tell me your dream first. What goals you have.

Richie and Hugh both sink to the floor, their backs to the second vault door leading to the money. Richie's skin almost glows a deathly white as the police move cautiously towards the pair.

HUGH

Well, I did have this one dream of mine. That you know, just never went away. Since I was a kid and all.

RICHIE

(breathing heavily)

What about?

HUGH

I wanted to make a name for myself. You know? I wanted my name to be in history books. Like I wanted to be a President or somethin. But my parents were always fighting and stuff and I never got the kind of education I would have needed. I just want to be remembered. But I like your dream though.

RICHIE

Forget my dream. You can get out of here. You didn't hurt no one, they can't put you in jail forever and when you come out you can make your name go into those history books.

HUGH

(chuckling)

I wish it were that easy. I always said to myself as a kid that I would go down in history. You know, I was young and shit and all my other friends had dreams and whatnot. But I had this funny idea when my mother finally left me with my father. That maybe I would have to do something horrible just to go in history.

RICHIE

You mean like kill someone?

HUGH

Naw, that ain't history. That's a headline. I mean, I would have had to kill a lot of people or burn the White House down or something. That would have been an easy way to get into history.

RICHIE

Shit, that's...fuck...that's quite a dream you got there Hugh.

HUGH

Yeah. But I like yours more.

Hugh lifts Richie from the ground as the police officers start to yell commands and orders for them to stop and drop all weapons. Hugh ignores them.

RICHIE

Maybe we can share my dream.

HUGH

(pushing Richie into money vault)

Yeah, I kinda like that idea.

Richie and Hugh take all the money off of the metal tables inside the money vault, even taking the bills out of the plastic and metal containers in the wall.

They spread the money everywhere and Richie drops to the floor as a bill drops onto his face. He smiles through the blood that he now gurgles.

OFFICER

Freeze!

Richie laughs in joy.

RICHIE

I'm gonna actually die rich Hugh!

The money flutters around the room gleefully.

HUGH

We didn't want no trouble officers. Just helping a friend.

Hugh dangerously waves his pistol around without thought.

OFFICER

Drop the weapon now dammit!

RICHIE

Hey, chillax guys I just wann--

The officers shoot Hugh in the chest three times, dropping him in an instant. He blinks his eyes then looks at Richie who can only utter one last thing.

RICHIE

It looks like we're both gonna die rich.

HUGH

I told you I liked your dream better.

A one hundred dollar bill lies smack dab on Hugh's chest, right next to his heart.

He smiles weakly.

FADES OUT

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Actual good movies may come in the future...who knows..

It's been a long time...eh?

Sorry for never posting. I've just been kind of busy with things. So busy I haven't even touched my 360 for nearly three weeks. Yeah. I know. I have been looking forward to buying some new movies though so that's always cool.

Enjoying the baseball season and watching my lovable Red Sox kick the Yankees all over New York. That's always fun and really never gets tiring. I have no doubts about us winning the pennant this year and if anything, since injuries do happen, we should end up with the Wild Card. Anything less than a World Series appearance this year is a failure. I really think so.

It's pretty early in the morning and I don't want to wake up anyone with my loud typing. It's like when you're ghetto and can never seem to talk in a low voice because you're so used to yelling at the girl next to you...yeah...sort of like that.

Writing has been going well even though. Just finished another few chapters. Once my editor is done with his other stuff he'll give it a look and maybe I can post it for you people to see. Maybe...that depends on a few things. Usually I would charge you for that, perhaps a few naked photos, but I may feel nice when I come back.

Did I ever mention that Blogger's font is so very...supple?

Reading: CITR
Playing: PC demos..
Watching: Baseball
Loving: Large Curd Cottage Cheese

..

I have plenty to say, just haven't been saying it. Either I'm really lazy, which is probably right, or I'm just going through a mind block, I don't know. By the way my left ear feels like it's numb...

I may be going to a concert sometime this summer. Most likely the only band worthy of my money and time (More on good music and how most of it is really shit later) Tool. I love them. And you probably won't. Because you're stupid.

I'm eating Raisin Bran and watching The Boondock Saints. Leave me alone.

Who is my Bryen Haze?

Bryen Haze, as a few of you may know, is my script's protagonist. And to be completely honest, I don't have a clear picture of what he really looks like. Maybe that's because of my script being not as much about him but about his internal emotions. Something like that. In order to give myself a nice visual of how I think Bryen should look, I've found some pictures of some of my favorite actors.

Clive Owen - He's just an amazing actor. He'll do nude scenes and has the intensity and passion that I'd like for the main character in my script if I were to cast him. However, I don't know how he would look shooting a handgun, that's what kills him in the end. He's drama but he doesn't exactly let off "I can pick up a GLOCK and blow up shit." Also he's a bit too old to be my Bryen.

Christian Bale - Boy do I love him. He is probably my favorite actor or at least in my top five for sure. He can do anything. He can play a superhero(Batman Begins), be a crazed killer (American Psycho) and a stoic and disgraced man (The Machinist.) He is known for molding into his characters. That's the kind of actor I need for my Bryen. Someone who can cry and be the person they are reading about. Not many actors will do this, especially actors who have had such great success as Christian Bale. We also know that Bale can handle himself in a fight and with a weapon so I don't have to worry about that. He has a fair face and a good physique for anything. A very popular choice.

Viggo Mortensen - Another actor I really respect. Does well in all of his films, isn't that big of a name which doesn't imply a hefty pay check and is just an actor who gives you a good performance in all of his roles. He's played Aragorn in LOTR so he can handle himself with fighting. He was also in A History of Violence (one of my inspirations) so he can use a weapon and still look really badass using it. He's not afraid of sex scenes as far as I know so this opens up more creativity and options to work with, not that I'm perverted or anything I just like actors to have flexibility. He's about the right age for Bryen. He can really do everything I would ask of an actor in this role. A nice choice.

Johnny Depp - A far cry but nonetheless an interesting choice. He always adds a piece of himself into his characters and puts a great effort into every one of his roles. Famous for being a nasty Pirate, and well liked by women and men alike, he would be a good choice not only for his fan base but his ability to dish out a worthy performance. He's not exactly my top choice and I wouldn't pick him if I had the options of the others listed above, but I wouldn't mind having him on board if he was available. Great range, amazing versatility and humble. Money shouldn't be a huge problem with him. Also he has a daughter so I could probably squeeze out more emotion from him by telling him to think of Bryen's daughter as his own. Hmm...

Tim Roth - Ah, a fairly new addition. Why? Because he was awesome in Reservoir Dogs, which by the way, is another one of my inspirations. His line in Reservoir Dogs which I won't post here since it has cursing (lol) sold me. His work on the film The War Zone which addresses incest and pedophilia really took the cake. He can act, direct and would understand my script and how I feel about the subject matter. He has a great face for it and is just old enough. I like him...and he's English!

Notable mentions: Timothy Olyphant - versatility. good actor
Sean Penn - Incredible
Brad Pitt - My sister likes him...
Leonardo DiCaprio - He should be up there...
Daniel Craig - He could definitely pull it off...mmm...Daniel...just a cool name

Anyways, leave a comment...who do you like more? Or whatever...