Here's a piece of a Drug Movie I am writing for the fuck of it or maybe many dollars. Hopefully it'll convey the variety of abuse, exciting shit, and stuff that'll make your Mom squirm.
The commercial will feature a dude, trippin' and not just regular trippin, in a trenchcoat swinging a sword running towards one kid, behind who 3 cop cars pull up.
Here is the opening scene.
##MUSIK & CREDITS N SHIT##
C shirtless, takes a small handful of pills. C is rolling around on his bed. The bed is folded.
Camera pans to ceiling.
Narrator is humming a tune.
Camera pans to C.
C opens his eyes.
Pans back to the ceiling.
Narrator hums a different tune.
Narrator: Not feeling it yet.
Camera pans to wall1, zoom to alarm clock.
Narrator: Okay. 2:21.
Camera pans to wall2, zoom to stereo.
Narrator: Not fucked up yet.
Camera pan to alarm clock, pan to the word Menu on the stereo screen.
Narrator: I can still read MENU, not blurry yet. Now blurry.
(camera blurs)
Narrator: Now blurry.
(camera refocuses on alarm clock)
Narrator: Not blurry. Okay not yet.
(Camera pans from 2:21 on the alarm clock to Menu several times ending on Menu)
Narrator sounding it out: MEE NUU.
(Camera pans to alarm clock)
C is breathing heavily
Narrator: 2:21
(Camera pans to C)
C takes a shallow breath, then inhales deeply and holds it...
(Camera pans to the alarm clock, it is 2:22)
END
Maybe it'll be big if I can sell it, and y'all could say you know the dude who wrote these fictional accounts, who posted at the message board you visited.
Thanks for reading. But would you go see something like this in a theater? Or buy a DVD?