<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860</id><updated>2012-01-25T16:52:49.571-08:00</updated><category term='What choice will day two bring?'/><title type='text'>Will Meet Demise</title><subtitle type='html'>How will we go? How will he go?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-8134994901976993286</id><published>2011-02-10T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:54:45.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8: Just a plane day (Dedicated to my Ex-Fiancé get better soon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGl4Jykvdc/TVSyHzUpW1I/AAAAAAAAADE/_Ly-loip2Zo/s1600/Disaster%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGl4Jykvdc/TVSyHzUpW1I/AAAAAAAAADE/_Ly-loip2Zo/s320/Disaster%2Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572274486069779282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Will: (Thinking) So, this might be a good day, but my dick doesn't work, I have no job, and my woman hates me... Recipe mixes like it may smell like shit... I'll give it a whirl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Will walk towards the bathroom washes his face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Will: Fuck a shower, I'm starving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Will goes to the kitchen opens the fridge and finds &lt;/em&gt;two broken eggs, expired milk, and green cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Will: (Loudly exclaims) Who the fuck does the shopping around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;No reply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Will: Hello, anyone here? What the hell....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Will heads out the doors and gets in his car headed to the deli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Will: (Thinking) Hungry man hero, eggs over easy, salt, pepper, and the hero toasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Music blasting in the car from Will's IPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: (Singing) Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand, this is not what I had planned... I wish it wasn't so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will arrives at the deli walks in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Can I get a Hungry man hero, eggs over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A huge booming sound interrupts his order as explosion ensue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and other customers in the store go running towards the front door of the deli to see a 747 plane crashed into a train station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Customer: Oh my God&lt;em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will runs out of the store towards the crashed plane with fire and debris flying everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Customer: What the fuck are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Customer grabs Will and holds him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Customer: Are you fucking crazy? This is only going to get worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Yeah, it will get worse there is a train due in to this station in the next 2 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will takes off running down the train tracks trying to get the attention of the train before it gets to the station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets about 200 feet in front of the train standing directly in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: STOP! STOP! There is a crashed plane at the next stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conductor waives Will of the track and Will doesn't budge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Train track bells start ringing as train heads closer to the stop - Squealing breaks are heard and seemingly the train has enough time to stop due to Will impeding the route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the train comes to a stop well before the disaster of the train station a second plane comes crashing directly into the train exploding and blowing Will 100 feet from the disaster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will crawls to his knees covered in soot and cut, bleeding, and tearing blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer from deli runs over and drags Will to a safe area across from the blazing inferno only separated by a football field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Another plane hit the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: What train? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: The one you were trying to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: What's happening...? Where are the police, paramedics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Carl called the police awhile ago, but got a busy signal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Who's Carl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: The deli owner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Get me back to the deli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Customer puts Will's are over his shoulder and guides him back to the deli where there is a Television full of static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Carl, what do you have cable or satellite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl: Satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: Are you cable ready? We need a signal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They manage to get a weak signal on the television of a news channel.... The reports are planes are crashing down in residential areas all over the Tri-State area....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News blaring: Their attacking our homes, our neighborhoods, our true way of life... Word from Air traffic control is we have contact with only 20% of the planes in the sky... Currently there are 15 planes headed towards Long Island and Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: I have to get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wills jets out the door towards his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Customer&lt;em&gt;: You can't drive! You can barely walk... Where's your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will points toward his car hands his keys to the customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: I live at 30 east fordwater, please go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: OK, my sister live two blocks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and the customer head toward his house and pull up to a quite scene with birds chirping and still snow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: I have to make sure their OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Can I take your car down to my sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: I don't care go! It's yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will heads into the house screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Honey, Where are you? Where are the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will looks around the house seemingly baron.... No photos, just a TV, couch, fridge, and a coffee table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: What the fuck? Where is everyone? What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will runs upstairs to look for anyone, but upstairs is empty. No furniture, no drapes or shades on the windows. He looks out the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two planes are flying low in the distance looking like they are aiming directly for his position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Anyone!? Where are you? I won't leave without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still staring out the window Will sees one plane blown out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One plane is still headed straight towards Will's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Fuck this; if this is it, then this is it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plane bears down as Will stares at the nose of the plane as it heads directly at his window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: God let them be safe! I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The plane merges nose first directly into Will's window as if it was aiming at him the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will thinking in song, all I want to do is trade this life for something new, holding on to what I haven't got.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosions erupt, the house crumbles, and the surrounding homes are obliterated into instant ash, no floating debris like a tornado, but as if they've been vaporized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocks away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Customer: I just dropped this guy at that house..... This is his car... &lt;em&gt;I'm so glad you're OK sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM - Another explosion goes off and everything goes pitch black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::::: Imagine all the people, living life in peace, you::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will awakens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: I'm a fucking dreamer.... But, damn it, I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will overcome with a feeling of relaxation... Takes looks around to see a dumpster, with foul smelling garbage everywhere... Wearing an IPod and a needle sticking out of his arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will: Great, I'm an addict... Where's a plane aiming at my skull when I need it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-8134994901976993286?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/8134994901976993286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-8-just-plane-day-dedicated-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/8134994901976993286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/8134994901976993286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-8-just-plane-day-dedicated-to.html' title='Chapter 8: Just a plane day (Dedicated to my Ex-Fiancé get better soon)'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGl4Jykvdc/TVSyHzUpW1I/AAAAAAAAADE/_Ly-loip2Zo/s72-c/Disaster%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-5648046879696159586</id><published>2010-01-12T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:40:07.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/S01crlIDo_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BUP7StBpUIg/s1600-h/btreturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426095029821350898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/S01crlIDo_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BUP7StBpUIg/s320/btreturn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Jesus, why do children always need something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Don't worry babe, I'll take them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Oh, of course… God bless you, baby. Just watch out for the kidnapper, terrorist, or mack truck that might take them away from us forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: That's morbid, honey… Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yeah, something like that… I'm starving…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: I made breakfast; it's on the counter in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will kisses Allison and heads downs to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mmm, is there crack in this? Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: No, just ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: God you're lovable. I hope you last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: What the fuck does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Nothing babe, I've been through a lot as of late, just hope this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Why would it end? What kind of thing is that to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Babe, I just had some terrible nightmares, and let's say everything has gone wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Ok, whatever asshole. I am taking your children to the store. If you can stand to stick around for another minute maybe you will see us in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No babe, I love you, stop the madness! I'll come with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: No, just stay here. Hopefully when I get back you will have something decent to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allison gathers the kids and heads towards the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, Allison I love you, I swear I do, I was just talking out of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allison and the kids get in the car and drive off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: This cannot end well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours pass as Will stands by the door, getting more and more stressed with each passing minute and hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Please God not like this, I really love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A police car pulls up to Will's house with light flashing and a policemen get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officer: Sir, do you own a green Ford Windstar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Dismissingly) Yeah… My wife was driving it today. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officer: Well the car was stolen from the local supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (cutting cop off) did you find them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officer: No, we found the car and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Cutting cop off again) they were in the trunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officer: Sir, no! Your family is fine. They are at the station. I just came here to let you know your wife and children were at the station and thought you may want to go pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Oh… What that is rather painless… Cool, I'll grab my keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will grabs his keys, heads to the car, starts the cars, and drive towards the police station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving at the police station Will starts t panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (to self) please just get them home safely, please just get them home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will sees Allison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Babe, is everything OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running up to Allison and the kids and hugging them with great enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: (Sheepishly) Yeah… We're fine; someone took the car while we were in King Kullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I was so worried, why didn't you call me when it happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: The phone was in the car and when I started freaking out a security guard ran up immediately to make sure I was OK. He called the cops and they were there so fast… I'm sorry, I did not even think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I don't care, I am just happy you guy are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Child: (Crying) Dad, I left my PSP in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Don't worry baby, we'll get it back. Let's go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will fills out some paperwork and leaves the station getting to his home with his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wow, I am so glad you guys are OK. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gives a family hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Child 2: OK, dah… Stop being gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Stop with the gay stuff! Not that there is anything wrong with that… Just saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, what day is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Perfect! SNL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will, Allison, and the kids watch SNL together in the living room. Quickly getting drowsy and falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Half asleep) Love you Ally, glad this is the day… I wanted this for so long. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisses ensue, and they rest together in the living room with their children asleep on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their warm embrace with foreheads rested against one another's…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:::::BABY, BABY, BABY, MY BABE!!!!!! BABY, BABY, I MISS YOU! LALALALA!:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Shut that off! Jesus….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: Go fuck yourself you piece of shit. Why don't you get out of bed and get a job! Better yet, go to the fertility clinic and get your dick working so we can have some kids! You erectile defunct loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will lifts head quickly with a bewildered yet slightly smirking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: You heard me asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Ah, fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allison: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Oh, nothing dear… (Whispering) I am so fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-5648046879696159586?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/5648046879696159586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/5648046879696159586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/5648046879696159586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-7.html' title='CHAPTER 7'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/S01crlIDo_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BUP7StBpUIg/s72-c/btreturn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-3581174103641755379</id><published>2009-10-28T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:22:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SukniyUefkI/AAAAAAAAABY/nfMVC0naD68/s1600-h/katiegeorge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397889106956942914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SukniyUefkI/AAAAAAAAABY/nfMVC0naD68/s320/katiegeorge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Child: Dad, can we go to the store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wait, what store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Child: King Kullen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Christopher, for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will realizes he has a son named Christopher and take a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yeah, let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and Christopher drive down to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pull up to the lot and grab a wagon as they head toward the automatic doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What are we getting Chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris: Cinnamon Toast Crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, you grab that. I will grab the spaghetti and Vodka sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and Chris separate, Will knowing full well Chris is one isle away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris: Hey dad, I found….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What Chris, What did you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seconds go by….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Chris, what do you got, kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will walks to the cereal isle to find no one, but another mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Miss, did you see a curly headed kid here a minute ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman: No, sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, he has a huge curly head, very hard to miss or even get by in an isle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman: No, there were no kids here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will goes down isle to isle not finding Chris…. Finally he asks a manager to call his name out over the loud speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;::::Christopher Prott, Christopher Prott, come to the front entrance of the store:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Thank you, sir. He knows better than to wander off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As will says that to the store manager he realizes his plight and begins to think the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Oh, Fuck… He is gone… Someone took my son… I never had a son, but he is mine… Where is my Christopher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: Calm down sir, this happens all the time, he is here in the store, we will fine him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Sir, do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: I do not understand, what do you mean, Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Because I have never been here, with a son, or daughter, or a wife!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: Sir, please relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No fuck this, someone took my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: Sir, I am sure if someone took your son he would cause a struggle and make a scene, none of my workers have noticed any such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announcement over loud speaker blares "If you own a Silver Nissan Maxima, please go to the parking lot, there has been an accident"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Well guess fucking what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: Sir, give me a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manager ventures towards the front of the store to view the accident, as an astrovan flees the area, Will sees Christopher in the back window with tape around his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manager: Hit and run job, anyone get the plates? Mr. Prott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will jets to his Iroc Z 28 and starts it and flies after the astrovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (talking to himself) I may die this time, but my kid won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will speeding and bashing the astrovan in the back repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Not my kid motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astrovan pulls to the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man steps out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man: What the fuck are you doing man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Give me my kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man: What are you talking about, my kids are in here you almost killed us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will looks into car as if he will find his son…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Sir, I think I made a mistake, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man: Well can I have your insurance card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, go fuck yourself… My kid is missing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will drives off and his tires screeching as he makes a U-turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I never lose my kid, Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As will ends his U-turn a tractor trailer smashes into his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Another fucked up trial… Good one… I did not lose him, you took him…. I may be gone, but I will find him, I swear I will find him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::::::::::::::NOW, Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep, disorder, disorder, disorderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::::::::::::::When I became the sun I shun life into the mans heart, when I became the sun I shun life into the mans heart:::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Thinking to himself) Ahh, awake……… I guess I'm alive. But for what? Another life I fail at, or is this just a test to see if I am strong enough to see how many times I can fail?!?!? I don't give up! This is football motherfucker, this is the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; quarter, bring it all on, I will fuck you up 3 times from Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Younger Child: Daddy, can you take me for a Slushee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: NO! NO fucking way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-3581174103641755379?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/3581174103641755379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/3581174103641755379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/3581174103641755379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-6.html' title='Chapter 6'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SukniyUefkI/AAAAAAAAABY/nfMVC0naD68/s72-c/katiegeorge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-2411895705791426480</id><published>2009-09-17T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:01:42.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SrMULk7jM8I/AAAAAAAAABI/Hub4_-2w53c/s1600-h/TowersB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382668168762438594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SrMULk7jM8I/AAAAAAAAABI/Hub4_-2w53c/s320/TowersB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A scenic view and seagulls flying all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loud booming sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: I have no idea… It sounded like it was from down the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, so I guess I should go check it out……?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: No, stay in the house we will go….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tracy grabs melcmaro her dog and walks him towards the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Tracy, wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will follows Tracy down to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What could that have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: It was loud, but could have been anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tracy and Will get down to the beach and see a 747 crashed into a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Call 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: The cops1?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Tracy call 911 Will stands and stares at the fire and carnage raging on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Tray, I have to go in there… What if there are people alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: No, wait for the….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::::: EXPLOSION:::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Tracy, Tracy, are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: Yeah, what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: An explosion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: (Crying) Will, your arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will missing his left arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Holy shit…. What the fuck happened? I did not even feel it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::Explosion:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: we should leave… This is bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::Explosion:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: That cannot be the same plane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: Who the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two guys run up and grab Will by his neck running and choking him ad they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tracy crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracy: Billy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light turns to dark and everyone sits waiting for an explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV sounds, terrorist attack on the shores of Howard Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father: They have my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;News blaring, no one knows exactly what has happened, but it all stemmed from a terrorist group out of Hempstead New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist: Sit still, you only have moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Muffled with gag) Hahahaaa… Assholes.. I just died three or four days in a row… I forgot already, been drunk most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will gets smashed with a hammer on the back of his foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will screaming in agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Half crying, half laughing) Yeah, nice shot Twat… Go fuck your mother! You look good, what do you have herpes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terrorist smacks Will again with jack hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Owwww… What the fuck…. You're going to give me welts…. I may forgive you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terrorist tired of Will picks him up take of the ties to his wrists and offers him up to a camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist: This is what you infidels get… We are tired of you being so happy, and so sad of what you don't have? We have nothing, nothing but prayer. You cry about not have cigarettes, beer, clothes, jobs, and a place to sleep. We never do, we live to create a world where we have all the things you cherish most….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yeah dick, a fucking democracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist: Shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terrorist smacks Will in the face with the blunt of his gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will bleeding from the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Hey, how's this? I will take one shot from that gun to my leg, if you give me one shot at your foot from 30 feet away… Your friend can monitor me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second terrorist laughs and says why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second terrorist hold gun to Will's head as 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; terrorist back up 30 feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second terrorist smacks Will in the head with the blunt of the gun again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will seeing three….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Oh, I can't see you… But I know one thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Terrorist: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I have triple vision, one bullet, and one brain…. But you have ten toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will fires a shot clipping terrorist 1 in foot….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terrorist two pulls trigger and misses Will as he jolts from firing shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Nice shot, dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will moves, kicks second terrorist in his knee sending him to the floor, grabs gun and starts shooting the second terrorist repeatedly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fuck you motherfucker~!`~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shots ring out nailing Will in the back and knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Haha, you assholes have no idea… You're all fucking dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist 1: No, you are dead and all of your family in this city is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Why do you have a special bomb planted somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist 1: Yes, right here in this house. You, me, and everyone in this city will go up in flames in the name of Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Allah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Well, praise Jesus, buddah and every motherfucking God there us, because I am bleeding to death and getting dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist 1: You seem confident for a man about to die with the rest of his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yes, I can careless about death…. But, do you know the rules of detonation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist 1: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: You push that button and this whole city, my family, all the infidels are gone, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist 1: That is correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, well…. If I drop this grenade from your friends pocket that trigger never gets pressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terrorist one: Son of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will drops grenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;:::::EXPLOSION:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;((((((((Welcome to the soldier side, where there's no one here but me….))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;((((((((Welcome to the soldier side, where there's no one here but me….))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;((((((((Welcome to the soldier side, where there's no one here but me….))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will waking up…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Haha, I'm Jack Bauer… Terrorist scum must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will sleeping on sand with waves crashing down….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids yelling in the distance, "Dad, take us to the pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What the fuck?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-2411895705791426480?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/2411895705791426480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2411895705791426480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2411895705791426480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SrMULk7jM8I/AAAAAAAAABI/Hub4_-2w53c/s72-c/TowersB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-4052239958670314483</id><published>2009-08-26T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:31:25.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SpX_1YX-NoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lT2yPBDxkSc/s1600-h/KRISBILL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374483022877701762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SpX_1YX-NoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lT2yPBDxkSc/s320/KRISBILL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Shut the fuck up…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presses snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will awakes in room, looking to his left with a woman tucked under his right arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: What is this Quantum Fucking Leap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;There are sides to every story… Not two, sometimes three or four… This one had multiple sides. Will chose the wrong side again. When realizing he was on the side of evil he tried to make good if it… He could not have made it worse. Instead of avenging a death, he created more death and more despair. He took a father from his family and failed to find justice for a mother and father who live with the death of a loved one… He did not only meet his demise, his actions sent a young girl and a loving father to their demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: I get this feeling I am never leaving this dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Are you awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Yeah…. Babe…. Why what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: I need coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sure baby doll, I'll run out and get some Dunkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Hurry back, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Will do love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will leaves room grabs keys to sports car parked outside house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will thinking everything feel's right and this is just where he thinks he should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulls up to a Dunkin' Donuts and goes inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Attendant: Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sure, Can I get an extra large French Vanilla with some cream and extra sugar, as well as a medium Caramel iced latte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Attendant: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will waiting as coffee is made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewildered looking guy walks up looking all shitfaced and out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Can I get some coffee, just a black fucking cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Manager: Sure sir, what size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Large sand nigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Manager: Sir, please there is no need for this language here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Make my fucking coffee brown stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manager goes to make coffee, as will waits for his order, attendant approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Attendant: $6:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will pays graciously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Thanks so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will leaves with coffee as he approaches car and put drinks down on front seat looks into the store to see the bewildered man jumping over the counter at the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will thinking this is not my place; I should call the cops or go…. (Will never one to call the police in any situation, run into the D &amp;amp; D's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will dive over the counter and grabs the bewildered guy by the head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Calm the fuck down! What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered guy: How does this sand dweller have a job and I am broke as fuck?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Dude, who cares, the cops are going to be here in two minutes and then where the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered guy: Cops? What the fuck do I care? I am a Lieutenant, a veteran; they can suck my fucking balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sir, just let the guy go… He has never done a thing to you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: How would you know? I feel like I just shot him and his brother 3 weeks ago… They all look the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sir, I am quite sure this guy did not get here in three weeks and acquire a managerial job at Dunkin' Donuts….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Well, you're as dumb as you look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewildered guys pulls out pistol and points it at the managers head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Don't man, come on… What's the fucking point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: BLACK FUCKING COFFEE! That's the only point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Go to a fucking deli you crazy white trash retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: You heard me… You fucking piece of shit, you're a coward and a disgrace to your race and country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewildered man drops the manager and point gun and all his attention towards Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: The fuck you just say to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: If you would kill this man in cold blood, you are a coward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: No the other part…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Did you call me white trash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Uh, yeah…. But, I was just trying to get your attention man…. There is no need for this shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: You know what; you're the one I should hate… The white man with all the answers, all the judgments, and all the ridicules….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sir, maybe, but I am just a guy buying coffee for my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Oh a girl, I had one…. 3 years ago… Guess where she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: I have no….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: (Cutting Will off) Shut the fuck up! You know where… Not with me, that for fuck sure… I think you and I were meant to meet today, because instead of getting the death penalty for a hate crime…. I get to kill a white motherfucker, who is ten times worse than any sand nigger I could ever murder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Sir, I am just trying to help here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Bewildered man: Oh, you did… You saved this brownie his life, and you helped me get my anger issues clear…. You also shaved 20 years off my sentence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bewildered man fires at will towards Will, striking him time and time again in the chest, arm, and stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cops already outside waiting, fire shot into the glass… Bewildered man lays down his gun and slams his head against the plate glass window and knocks himself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Fuck…. Fuck… I can feel this…. This is real… This is it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Paramedic: Let's go, let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paramedics put Will in ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Paramedic: Stay with me man, stay with me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: (Faintly) I'm trying man…….. I really want to see how this play out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Paramedic: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will laughing and crying simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambulance arrives at hospital where Kris and Will's family watch as he is brought into the ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Hey Kris….. Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Is he going to be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No answer from doctors or paramedics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally paramedic comes out from ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Is he ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Paramedic: Ma'am I do not know how he made it here alive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kris crying with Will's mom and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Doctor: He is asking to see Kris…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Yes, that's me… How is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Doctor: To be blunt, he is hanging on, and asked for his last rites…. But, he wanted to see you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kris enters hospital room to Will lying under bloody sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Will, I'm here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Oh perfect… I was waiting……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Well, I am done… I just wanted to give you this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will hands Kris two dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: It's for the coffee I never brought you… I suck… I never get shit right….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flat lines……………………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kris: Will, Will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kris sobbing uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:12;"&gt;(((Why don't you ask the kids at tiananmen Square))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:12;"&gt;(((Why don't you ask the kids at tiananmen Square)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(((Why don't you ask the kids at tiananmen Square)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Will: Now it's System…. Wonderful, what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made a choice not once, not twice, Not even three times made it feel wrong. They felt right in our hearts, but failed to keep those hearts beating. We keep trying to save lives, avenge a lost life, or make our insignificant lives seem more meaningful… Yet, when all is said and done, we find ourselves right back where we started. Lonely, afraid, ready to make a move, or a moral choice that can change are lives forever. But, until now, it continues to seem we're just trying to be heroes, just wearing a disguise, which leads us to our demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-4052239958670314483?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/4052239958670314483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/4052239958670314483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/4052239958670314483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-4.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SpX_1YX-NoI/AAAAAAAAABA/lT2yPBDxkSc/s72-c/KRISBILL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-2707781737683186402</id><published>2009-08-13T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:04:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SoSbte-SgeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-y91_3HOMy8/s1600-h/CHAPTER3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SoSbte-SgeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-y91_3HOMy8/s320/CHAPTER3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369587861443215842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: That was fucked up… I need cigarettes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will walks outside to where his car should be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scenery palms trees and sandy beaches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will getting a bit use to the ridiculousness of his situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Hey sir (To a passerby) Where is the nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random guy: A mile up the road is a Hess Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Great, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking I am dying for a cigarette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will heads back into the house that eerily seems like the house he has lived in for the last 3 years and find keys to a Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, I'll go with these….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hits the garage and jumps in the Bentley on the way to the Hess Mart a mile up the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Well, this seems about wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Car pulls up next to Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Where you headed, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yo Ed, what the fuck? The Hess mart…..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Aiight, see you up there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and Ed pull into the Hess Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Who we got lined up tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weill: On what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: This 8 B we need to drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Dude, let me get my bearings… I just got up and if this is Florida, I am actually in another world… So I need a minute, an hour, or a lifetime…. So, just chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: No doubt, I feel you… …. YO, lookout nigga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gunshots ring through the windows of the Hess mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What the fuck was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Yo, that was Hector and those assholes… They think your infiltrating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: On what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Will, they have been selling here 3 years before we got here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Alright, I get it… Dude, I am done with selling…. I am officially retired. Go to Hector and tell him he's got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: On the real, I have no reason for this shit anymore… I do not need to be shot at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Oh shit, what's up over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and Eddie approach a bleeding girl with two people surrounding her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random guy: She got hit with a bullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Call an ambulance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Station attendant: Just called, they are on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will, random guy, Eddie etc… wait for ambulance holding napkins over girls wound to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambulance pulls up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: This girl has been shot... She needs a hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: OK, let get her in….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will jumps in ambulance with girl, who happens to be Hispanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: Are you related to this woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, I just watched her get shot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: You should leave, sir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, is she going to be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambulance driver performing CPR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: I am not sure, but if you are not next of kin you should not be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What do you mean? Is she going to die? Please don't tell me this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart monitor goes flat line……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Is she dead, bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: Calling it, 12:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No fucking way… Why did you stop to ask me these fucking questions? She could have been at the hospital already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambulance driver: She would not have made anyway, sir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will jumps out ambulance and starts talking to random guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Do you know this girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random guy: Yes, she live only a mile from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: How old was she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random guy: Was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yes, she died… Where do her mom and dad live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random guy: Up a mile…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fuck me… This cannot be happening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: YO Will, we need to bounce bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fuck that… Where the fuck does Hector chill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Near Pine Oaks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: That's where we are going… Do you have any weapons at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Fully strapped, son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Dude, please don't ever say "Fully Strapped" again… I almost threw up… So you have a gun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: OK, let's go to Oaks Pine place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Pine oaks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Whatever dick, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Give me that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Glock or…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interrupts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Glock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will and Eddie head up to Hector's place at Pine oaks where a bunch of people are hanging out drinking beers and laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will jumps out the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Where the fuck is Hector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three guys stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: If there are three Hectors here I am popping each one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three guys jet in two directions, Will follows the lone direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Slow down motherfucker, you just killed a kid, you're deserving of what is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will chases firing shot after shot and finally clipping his target in the arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fucking tough guy right? Firing on an unsuspecting man and killing a little girl who had nothing to do with any beef you had with me..? How does this feel? Are you hurting? Will fires three shots at suspected killers face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddie running up behind Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: Dude, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What, this is the guy, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: I have no idea who this is… It's not Hector…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: What did you do bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fuck this, where did the other two go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eddie: I have no idea, I am out bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Fuck that, someone needs to pay for this girl's death… Shit, isn't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Police: Freeze, put the gun down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman and 2 children crying behind the two park police cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Sir, this guy shot and killed an unarmed little girl at a gas station a mile from here….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman: that's my husband! He just got back from work, please let him be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Child: Is my Daddy OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wait! WAIT! What's his name? What's his fucking name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Police: FREEZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Towards woman) what's his fucking name?!&amp;gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman: Ignacio, Ignacio Isturis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will staggering and bewildered with gun in hand…... I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I fucked up…. I'm so sorry... (Staring at woman and child) I am so sorry….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will points gun up in air and fires… Police unload shots into Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;Will: Shut the fuck up….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presses snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will awakes in room, looking to his left with a woman tucked under his right arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;Will: What is this Quantum Fucking Leap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:red; font-size:12pt'&gt;There are sides to every story… Not two, sometimes three or four… This one had multiple sides. Will chose the wrong side again. When realizing he was on the side of evil he tried to make good if it… He could not have made it worse. Instead of avenging a death, he created more death and more despair. He took a father from his family and failed to find justice for a mother and father who live with the death of a loved one… He did not only meet his demise, his actions sent a young girl and a loving father to their demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-2707781737683186402?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/2707781737683186402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2707781737683186402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2707781737683186402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SoSbte-SgeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-y91_3HOMy8/s72-c/CHAPTER3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-2889399705488851465</id><published>2009-08-06T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:32:45.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnvKhaEJJvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D5nZpoFLLw8/s1600-h/CHAPTER+2+PIC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnvKhaEJJvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D5nZpoFLLw8/s320/CHAPTER+2+PIC2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367106056223270642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking how did I get home…? Fuck my legs… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Shit, this kills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't move his legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Help! Someone help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Footsteps….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan: Que tue problemo, Senor Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I cannot move my legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan: (looking bewildered) Ok, senor… Let me help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan lifting Will's legs and helping him off the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What happened? How did I get home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan: Don't know what you mean, Senor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I need a hospital, please call an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan: No problem, no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambulance sirens ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pick up Will and put him in the ambulance and head to hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I do not know why, but I cannot move my legs… I was out last night and all I remember is falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paramedic: OK, sir. Not to worry, we will get you to the hospital and figure it out. Try to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulling into the hospital emergency area. Doctors immediately are at full attention as Will enters the emergency doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, is everything OK… Are you feeling any pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: No, that's why I am freaking out… I just cannot feel my legs at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: (strange look on his face) OK, let's get him to emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will is rushed to emergency as Juan and the doctor lag behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Has he been doing any medication we should know about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juan: No, just the usual Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: OK, thanks Juan, please stay here we will let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juan frantic on the phone calling family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, what symptoms are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I can't move my fucking legs!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, I understand. Have you taken any hallucinogenic since we have last met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What? No, I was out drinking last night….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Out? Out where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I was at a bar with some friends from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Where do you think you work, Will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What… Think I work? At Kantecti Flabris, been there for over 5 years….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, I am sorry to tell you this, but you have been bed ridden for the last 3 years… You have not worked a day in your life since you had the accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, I should call your psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, you have been in waited on hand and foot just as your mother asked since you fractured your spine on your movie set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Movie set? What the fuck are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, I am not sure how to react here… You have told me this story hundreds of times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What fucking story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: About your first movie opportunity and how you decided you want to do your own stunts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will lost and dumb founded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: On your first stunt you fell and broke two of your lower vertebrae and have not been able to walk ever since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: You're fucking playing with me right? This is a fucking joke… I work for a manufacturing company making no more than minimum wage… You have me mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Will, I have been your personal doctor for 3 straight years… I know your entire family and in fact you should be glad to know they are on their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What's my mother's name? Tell me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Marie, Will, Marie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: What the fuck is going on? I was at a bar last night… I think I fell… How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: I think you had a bad dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: This is the dream, how can a nightmare be this real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Your family is here; let me see if they can help you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie: (Mom) Oh sweetie, what's wrong? What did you try to do now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Nothing mom, what is going on? I was just coming home from work and had a few drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marie crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie: (Frantic) What do you mean? We wait on your hand and foot, you do not move unless we move you! Why are you doing this to us!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mom, I don't know what is going on, please stop this game, it's not funny… I am freaking out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mitchell: Will, we are all here for you, why do you keep doing this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Doing what? I do not understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: Oh willy, stop this, you cannot dwell on what you do not have….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Why are you all talking to me like I am hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie: You're not hopeless, stop saying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mom, that's what I just said, I just want to know why I can't move my legs and this doctor is telling me I did a stunt that paralyzed me from the waist down…. Am I fucking crazy or was I just playing baseball with Gregory last weekend…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie: Why are you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will medicated and drowsy passes out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overhearing talk from another room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: He is obviously back into the denial stage that he will never walk again… He needs your support more than ever now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will hearing each word, not knowing if this is reality or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: (Screaming) Someone talk to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doctor speaking in other room in Will's listening distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor: Someone has to remind him of his situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie: (crying) I did it once, I cannot do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie heads towards Will's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: Will, you awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Yes, what is fucking going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: You have not walked in three years… Can I be any blunter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Since when? What year is it? Since I fell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: So, I have been in a coma for 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: No, Will we have spoken daily over the last 3 years… You became paralyzed by trying to do a stunt in a movie you had gotten a lead part in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Grace… A movie… Who the fuck are we kidding here? What fucking movie would I be in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie: It was a base jumping movie; you went out for back in August of 2006. You did 2 movies in-between… Can't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: You guys are freaking me out and this joke has run its course… GET THE FUCK OUT! … GET THE FUCK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracie leave sadly and weeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will speaking to himself, "This is a dream; this is a dream, wake up, wake up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In walks Mark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: Het brother, how you holding up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Bro, what the fuck is going on? Everyone is speaking to me like I am someone else… You know me man… What movie have I ever been in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: Will, Will, relax… You're not in the right state of mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mark, please tell me you are not buying all of this shit??? It's me Will, I am a loser, I smoke weed, drink a lot, work until I get my next paycheck and splurge on clothes, food, and girls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: Will, we did that, I know. But, you were successful and you will be again. Don't let the wheelchair stop you. You still have it bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mark…. I am tired of this nightmare. Wake me up now… If you will not, no one will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Wake me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: I don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Put a pillow over my face, stick a knife in my heart, fucking pinch me for Christ's sake… WAKE ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: (half crying) Will, relax… What do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: There is a bottle of morphine I have been staring at for the last 3 hours… I cannot fucking move otherwise this thing would be over by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: No, Will… NO….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Mark, I am helpless… Please… You know when they say the grass is greener on the other side? It's not, I just hit the other side and the grass is as dead as my legs. Please just shoot that bottle in me…. The entire thing… Please… I cannot do this… I have no idea how I even got here… I have no memory of being an actor. I wanted to be an actor my entire life and not that I am I am paralyzed and have no memory of it…. Please do this for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark reluctant grabs a needle and bottle of morphine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: I can't Will, I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Do it. I swear it's the only favor I would ever ask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark grabs the needle sticks it in the morphine bottle and pulls back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stands there with a needle full of morphine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark: (Crying) I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark sticks the needle in Will's arm… Before pushing the plunger down Will jumps… Legs start to wiggle... The plunger is accidentally pushed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: I can feel my legs, I can feel my le………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cigarette burning in an ash tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will: Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stands up and puts cigarette out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A significant choice, may feel right. But, may interrupt what may have been the life you have always dreamed of… Choices… We can all make them, once a day, every day. But, with that choice will you meet your life-long dreams or will you simply meet your demise…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-2889399705488851465?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/2889399705488851465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2889399705488851465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/2889399705488851465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnvKhaEJJvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D5nZpoFLLw8/s72-c/CHAPTER+2+PIC2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064950024181687860.post-43420892287138826</id><published>2009-07-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:44:40.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What choice will day two bring?'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnEFFx56tEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KQYbEQFZFCA/s1600-h/splash+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364074228028716098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnEFFx56tEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KQYbEQFZFCA/s320/splash+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you ever wondered about death? What comes after life? I often wondered that the first 27 years of my life… That all changed on August 5th 2009…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone reads 5:35 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Fuck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Presses snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phone reads 5:45 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Cock…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Presses snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phone reads 5:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Presses snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will thinking: This fucking blows as her sits up in from futon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at his phone wondering if one more snooze will do the trick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Fuck it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will gets in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Ooh ah, ooh ah, why do fools falls in love? Why do birds sing so gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (muttering to self) Faggot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shower continues than ends as Will gets out of the show and dries off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Skip to driving in car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Arrives at building, pressing digits on a time clock and pressing finger to scanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sitting at a desk typing and listening to talk radio looking miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In walks Joe D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joe D: Good morning, Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (Low tone) Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miscellaneous characters with good morning greetings followed by a silent nod from Will moving at a rapid pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clock shows 1:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will shuts off his monitor, logs off his phone and leaves the office quietly, heads toward the lunch room where he grabs a tupperware from the fridge and puts in the microwave. He eats his food silently away from the rest of his co-workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In walks Brenda with her magnificent body and stunning natural beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brenda: Will, why are you always sitting alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I am self-conscious about the way I eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No reply from Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will thinking to himself “she thinks I’m a freak” but I don’t give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In walks Harry and sits at the same table as Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: Yo, what up, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (faint giggle) What up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: (Speaking lowly almost whispering) Dude, I am glad you were in here, because I didn’t want to be rude and not sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will thinking: I know this dude is as fucked up as me, but his problem is he care about what these people think…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I hear ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will and Harry go out for a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: Yo, who is the first person you would fuck in this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Brenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: Damn bitch, you stole my pick! Who after Brenda? Actually my turn. I’d fuck Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intro James from the buildings side exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: Yo, B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Sup, James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: Yo, where headed B-Thizzies for Eddie’s Birthday, you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will thinking: NO, NO, NO I HAVE NO MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: No doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: What, no invite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: Nah man, you’re more than welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harry: No, I’m just playing I’ve have things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (half-laughing) Yeah right…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work hours pass by rapidly as Will constantly types away at his desk, rubbing his eyes, temples, and head continuously…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cut to the time clock where Will types his code and scans his finger print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will enters his car and drives away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut to bar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Oh B3, what you got on my drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie standing with a bunch of people from the workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I ain’t got shit on your drink… Nah, it’s you birthday I got this one. What you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Jack &amp;amp; Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Rachel, let me get a Jack &amp;amp; Coke and a Coors light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartender making drink and grabbing beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will not making small talk fumbling about in his wallet looking a bit frantic, but trying not to show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bartender: (Female Irish accent) That’ll be nine dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will hands money to bartender and tips her two dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Thank you, Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will immediately takes a hefty swig of his beer and proceeds to make rounds greeting each co-worker with a smile, a pound and half-hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joe D: (Southern accent) Hey man, what goin’ on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Nada bro, just trying to kill the stress in my neck. I need about 4 more of these (lifting beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joe D: I hear ya man, I am shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: (Toward Will) Yo man, so what you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Nothing man, I am having a few and I am out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yeah, yeah… Seriously I might be hitting this party tonight you should come, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Talk to me in about 4 more beers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: Yo B, I am glad you made it out. You have not been out in a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will squirming a little and has the shakes - beer bottle shaking as evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Dude, I just broke up with my fiancé, I am broke, and my nerves are shot. Dude, look at my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will holds hand out straight to show how he cannot keep it still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: Damn B, you gotta let that shit go. It’s all in your mind, son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Where all the bitches at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James: That’s what I’m saying, it’s like Margaritaville up in here with all these cougars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times passes quickly as the drinks are flowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut to Eddie with Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: What do you need an eighth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Yeah son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie gets on cell phone (Talking inaudible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (giddiness in voice) Yo Tony, what’s up bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gives pound and half-hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: (low toned) Nothing, about to get this yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (excited) Yo, I’m down, I’m down. I got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: No doubt, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cut to Eddie, Will, James, and Tony doing bumps in a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(((Sniffing sounds)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yo B, you coming tonight or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Hell yeah, bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Where y’all headed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Where going to this party at some rich dude’s house. You should see this house, it’s huge, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: I can come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will thinking: I am so fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quickly moving night at bar starts to end people giving pounds saying goodbye (Inaudible)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut to Eddie’s house where Will and Tony are sitting on a couch playing a video game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: This is why I hate chilling with this kid, he takes 2 hours to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: I know son, I am about to go bump this you coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Nah, I’m good right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tony exits room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will sits alone on couch only the light of the TV illuminating the room and his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will thinking: I should go, I should go, now’s my chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yo B, two minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Dick, you said that a half hour ago. Dude, I’m out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Nah, nah two minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will thinking: I should be sitting at home with her toasting to another accomplished work week. Why did she want me to go so badly, so fucking stu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Dude let’s go, where’s Tony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Finally! He’s outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Damn Eddie, you’re like a bitch. What takes you so fucking long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: I wash my balls in the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will and Tony laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Yo Eddie, you drive I don’t know where the fuck we are going. I’ll leave my ride here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Driving in the car, doing bumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They hit the house with all windows brightly lit with crowds of people visible through the windows and in the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yo what up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;People just nodding, as Will and Tony nod back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Yo Ed, which kid’s house is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: That gay looking kid over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Points toward a guy in a lavender turtle neck and grey slacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will not paying attention heads right to the kitchen looking in the fridge and grabbing a beer, open it and start drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yo B, what happened I was going to introduce you to the owner…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Ah, he’s rich what do I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: (laughing) You’re out of your mind. That’s why I wanted you to come out tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will smirking and visibly lit out of his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: What’s up after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: We are going to the mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will wanders off and starts playing with the owners dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Yo B, we’re out, where headed to the mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Sweet, this place is too fucking crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will, Eddie, Tony exit mansion and get into car – driving, doing bumps, and smoking cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Dude, where the fuck is this place Afghanistan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Ten minutes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: You have never been to the mile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: A long time ago back when I was in High school. My friend was a waiter at a restaurant over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: It’s jumpin’ on Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yeah, I let a girl lick my asshole over there once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (dismissive) What? Who comes out of the clear blue with “I let a girl lick my asshole over there”…“Once”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tony laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Yo, this is the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They pull off to a bar right off the water and head in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bouncer: ID’s out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They show their ID’s and head in&lt;br /&gt;Will hits the bar quickly to order drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Let me get two Coors lights and a Jack &amp;amp; Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bartender prepares the drinks and brings them over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: You guys take credit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bartender: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Run a tab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hands bartender credit card and walks away with drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Here you go fellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands out some drinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tony: Thanks, B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Oh shit, where you at? Are you B-three hundred yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: If I am, I’m dead… I got a car payment and insurance due this week. Don’t let me get fucking crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will, Tony, and Eddie scatter throughout the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will heads out to the back of the bar where there is a balcony hanging over right off the water... Notices a guys in fatigues and a crew-cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Hey bro… You look straight out the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army guy: I am bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: For real, from Iraq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Army guy: Yeah, I seen some shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some girls start to attract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I would never even ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Army guy: No, It’s cool, I am just glad to be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls start asking questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army guy: “Explaining war”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Girls get excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Douchebag guy: What the fuck? Who is this guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pointing at Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Girl: I don’t know, he’s been talking to us… (In Will’s direction) Get away from us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Fuck you cunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Girl: I was not even talking to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Douchebag guy: Why you talking to my girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Fuck you, I wasn’t… I was talking to the guy from Iraq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bouncers come over and smooth things out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bouncer1: You have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: No, he stays here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bouncer1: OK, he is your responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddie proceeds to bring Will into the lounge area of the bar where people are just standing drinking and chatting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: This is some bullshit, I am sitting there talking to a war vet and some girls start jocking him. Next thing you know some fuckface is accusing me of talk to his chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eddie: Let it go bro, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Nah, nah, I’m good. It’s just fucking retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will takes a slug of his beer as the girls from outside and a couple of their guys friends walk in to the lounge area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They look Will’s way much to his dismay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: (Toward the group of guys and girls) What the fuck is your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Girl 2: We were not even talking to you. Back off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: Fuck you, suck my fucking dick. (Pointing at each person in the group) You suck my dick, you suck my dick, and you… you can suck my cock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Crowds start to gather a bit as Eddie pulls Will back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: You know something? Fuck this place. I’m done. I look like the bad guys when it’s these cunts who fucking instigated the entire fucking thing. I’m out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will heads out the bar and heads to the back of the bar by the dock area right off the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muttering to himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: I don’t even know why I decided to fucking come here tonight. I’m such a fucking idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will reaches in his pocket pulls out a pack of cigarettes and proceeds to take one out and light it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As he leans back on the dock, he flips backwards over the railing plummeting 15 feet splashing into the dark placid water of the November night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random guy: (slightly laughing) Yo, someone fell in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;br /&gt;(((Alarm clock on cell phone sounds)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will: What the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A simple, almost seemingly insignificant choice can be made every moment of every day. With this choice the continuation of life may proceed or you very well will meet your demise…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5064950024181687860-43420892287138826?l=willmeetdemise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/feeds/43420892287138826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/43420892287138826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5064950024181687860/posts/default/43420892287138826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willmeetdemise.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Reddings Sito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07951325062731556417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7X9hLmHBXyQ/TVSgAW2RhMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5G-Qyoyix8Q/s220/Billy1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODSKzr9gRAU/SnEFFx56tEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KQYbEQFZFCA/s72-c/splash+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
