wow. i was drunk. and i had started writing an entry and then i stopped. cos i was talking to my woman, saya. so how is every1? today was pretty rad. 
work went smooth, made a lot of tips, and last night i sent ashley land off to this screenwritersrus zine. they're having a contest and the ten finalists will be featured in the magazine which is sent out to hollywood agents. also, the UU Writers Gallery is having its REAL grand opening friday night. wine will be served. i think some people from Mad Hatter Magazine will be there 
so i also recorded my version of 'drive' by the cars on acoustic guitar and i was gonna put up a link but i can't find the cable so screw it. maybe later. so i downloaded some new songs into my mp3 player. i know you wanted to know. i'd like to thank sleater kinney, kenya west, marilyn manson, deftones and verve all for making my day a little sweeter. ok, here's a continuation of my new screenplay. k, that's all i have to give 
"Minute Food"
JESSE You have your gun? Please fuggin tell me you have your gun.
Marhollow makes a face. Obviously he doesnt have his gun. He sinks down in the seat a little, pressing the palm of his hand on the top of his beanie.
JESSE You fuckin take it to church with grams and you dont have that shit now?! After what we did?
MARS Come on, dont freak out now, the more you panic the less you think.
The distance between the van and Toyota lessens. Suddenly the van swerves left, speeds up, and cuts in front of the Toyota.
JESSE No, no, fuck. Fuck!
MARS Stop.
JESSE Jesus Christ, Im sorry, I cant help it, you know what theyre like.
MARS I meant stop the fucking car.
JESSE What?
MARS (Sounds sure of himself) Just do it.
The Toyota slows to a complete stop. The can travels ahead, swerving a bit.
JESSE Theyre crazy, theyre gonna come back, you know they will.
MARS (Licks his fat lips) Never mind them, think about us. Theyre thinking about us. If we all think about us, we might have a chance out of this.
The van slams on its breaks and speeds backwards, slamming into the Toyota within seconds. The windshield cracks. Marhollows head slams on the dashboard. Four guys jump out of the van. Theyre evil presence slowly reveals itself through the smoke rising from the Toyotas busted hood. One guy has a bat. The other three look like the type that would have a weapon of some sort. We here one of them say Hey, fuggin queer. A lazy Midwest accent. They approach the van with pride and patience. Jesse stares back, filled with fear. He looks over at Marhollow. Hes passed out, his head resting against the glove compartment.
JESSE Mars? Fuck, please
Jesse presses his hand against Marhollow, pushing him back. Mars moans and turns his head from one side to the other. The passengers door opens and one of the guys pulls Mars out of the car. As soon as Jesse screams, two guys pull him out, too, and slam him belly-first against the side of the car. Two guys hold him. Another guy holds Mars up. If he let Mars go, Mars would just fall over in his weak state. The other guy, Clyde, stands back, looking at the men who are holding Jesse.
CLYDE: Okay, were not doing this in the van, I just cleaned it the other day.
SKINNY GUY (Devon, holding Mars): Then where?
CLYDE In their car.
Jesse fights to get away but its useless. Clyde stares at him with cold curiosity. He walks over to him, standing right in front of him.
CLYDE Oh, youre not going anywhere. (Beat) I suppose you and your friend think its funny what you did to us.
Clyde grips a wad of Jesses black hair, pulling his head back. Jesse shuts his eyes and winces.
CLYDE Well, its not funny.
Clyde punches Jesse in the stomach. Jesse looks like he might vomit. Clyde punches him again.
One of the guys holding Mars calls Clydes attention. His name is Vernon.
VERNON So what about this one.
CLYDE Well take turns. Put him in the trunk.
Clyde looks at Devon.
CLYDE Tie him up and put him in the backseat. Well drive out to the old Deckers farm.
Jesse cries out for help, struggles again. Clyde strides over and punches him so hard in the face blood flies from Jesses mouth.
DEVON (Very calm) The Deckers farm? You sure?
CLYDE (Definitely) Yeah, Im sure. Shits been abandoned for years. No one will bother us there.
DEVON But the cops and shit, thats what I mean, a lot of stuff goes on there.
CLYDE Aint no cops around. Stop being such a pussy.
Clyde spits out on the dirt. He opens the door and takes out some rope. They spread Jesse out against the hood of the car, bounding his wrists behind his back and tying the rope in loops around his legs. They do the same to Marhollow, whos still past out. Jesse, sobbing, is tossed in the backseat of the Toyota.
CLYDE (Looking up at the sky in disbelief) I cant believe Im about to drive this piece of shit.
The guys get in the car. The car disappears down a dirt road.
work went smooth, made a lot of tips, and last night i sent ashley land off to this screenwritersrus zine. they're having a contest and the ten finalists will be featured in the magazine which is sent out to hollywood agents. also, the UU Writers Gallery is having its REAL grand opening friday night. wine will be served. i think some people from Mad Hatter Magazine will be there so i also recorded my version of 'drive' by the cars on acoustic guitar and i was gonna put up a link but i can't find the cable so screw it. maybe later. so i downloaded some new songs into my mp3 player. i know you wanted to know. i'd like to thank sleater kinney, kenya west, marilyn manson, deftones and verve all for making my day a little sweeter. ok, here's a continuation of my new screenplay. k, that's all i have to give
"Minute Food"
JESSE You have your gun? Please fuggin tell me you have your gun.
Marhollow makes a face. Obviously he doesnt have his gun. He sinks down in the seat a little, pressing the palm of his hand on the top of his beanie.
JESSE You fuckin take it to church with grams and you dont have that shit now?! After what we did?
MARS Come on, dont freak out now, the more you panic the less you think.
The distance between the van and Toyota lessens. Suddenly the van swerves left, speeds up, and cuts in front of the Toyota.
JESSE No, no, fuck. Fuck!
MARS Stop.
JESSE Jesus Christ, Im sorry, I cant help it, you know what theyre like.
MARS I meant stop the fucking car.
JESSE What?
MARS (Sounds sure of himself) Just do it.
The Toyota slows to a complete stop. The can travels ahead, swerving a bit.
JESSE Theyre crazy, theyre gonna come back, you know they will.
MARS (Licks his fat lips) Never mind them, think about us. Theyre thinking about us. If we all think about us, we might have a chance out of this.
The van slams on its breaks and speeds backwards, slamming into the Toyota within seconds. The windshield cracks. Marhollows head slams on the dashboard. Four guys jump out of the van. Theyre evil presence slowly reveals itself through the smoke rising from the Toyotas busted hood. One guy has a bat. The other three look like the type that would have a weapon of some sort. We here one of them say Hey, fuggin queer. A lazy Midwest accent. They approach the van with pride and patience. Jesse stares back, filled with fear. He looks over at Marhollow. Hes passed out, his head resting against the glove compartment.
JESSE Mars? Fuck, please
Jesse presses his hand against Marhollow, pushing him back. Mars moans and turns his head from one side to the other. The passengers door opens and one of the guys pulls Mars out of the car. As soon as Jesse screams, two guys pull him out, too, and slam him belly-first against the side of the car. Two guys hold him. Another guy holds Mars up. If he let Mars go, Mars would just fall over in his weak state. The other guy, Clyde, stands back, looking at the men who are holding Jesse.
CLYDE: Okay, were not doing this in the van, I just cleaned it the other day.
SKINNY GUY (Devon, holding Mars): Then where?
CLYDE In their car.
Jesse fights to get away but its useless. Clyde stares at him with cold curiosity. He walks over to him, standing right in front of him.
CLYDE Oh, youre not going anywhere. (Beat) I suppose you and your friend think its funny what you did to us.
Clyde grips a wad of Jesses black hair, pulling his head back. Jesse shuts his eyes and winces.
CLYDE Well, its not funny.
Clyde punches Jesse in the stomach. Jesse looks like he might vomit. Clyde punches him again.
One of the guys holding Mars calls Clydes attention. His name is Vernon.
VERNON So what about this one.
CLYDE Well take turns. Put him in the trunk.
Clyde looks at Devon.
CLYDE Tie him up and put him in the backseat. Well drive out to the old Deckers farm.
Jesse cries out for help, struggles again. Clyde strides over and punches him so hard in the face blood flies from Jesses mouth.
DEVON (Very calm) The Deckers farm? You sure?
CLYDE (Definitely) Yeah, Im sure. Shits been abandoned for years. No one will bother us there.
DEVON But the cops and shit, thats what I mean, a lot of stuff goes on there.
CLYDE Aint no cops around. Stop being such a pussy.
Clyde spits out on the dirt. He opens the door and takes out some rope. They spread Jesse out against the hood of the car, bounding his wrists behind his back and tying the rope in loops around his legs. They do the same to Marhollow, whos still past out. Jesse, sobbing, is tossed in the backseat of the Toyota.
CLYDE (Looking up at the sky in disbelief) I cant believe Im about to drive this piece of shit.
The guys get in the car. The car disappears down a dirt road.
Just kidding. It was good talking to you...
I'm so excited, but let's keep it on the DL until we're further along with it, cool?
God your writing is so fucked up. I love it.