I’m sitting here and waiting for a text that won’t arrive.

Just staring at my screen, so much that it hurts my eyes.

I want to put my phone down, and move on with my day.

But I simply cannot do it, I simply cannot look away.

I try to turn my phone off, I try to fall asleep.

But the minute that I do, I think I hear my message beep.

Of course it’s my imagination, of course it just cannot be not true.

I wish you knew, the pain I go through, waiting for a text from you.

I know I hurt you somehow, I know that I messed up,

But I’ll never know just why or how, cause your text will not show up.

I wanna throw my phone away, and tell the thing to scram.

But I can’t because I wanna see, your tweets and instagram.

Call me creepy, call me thirsty, call me what you want.

As long as you just call me, cause thats the only thing I want.

Until you do, I’ll be the fool, holding my phone with ready thumbs.

Sitting here and waiting for, the text that never comes.

Yours Truly from Nick Flash on Vimeo.

As you can tell from the dates between my last two posts, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Why you may ask? Because I’ve been working on my first short horror film “Yours Truly.” I always knew I’d do something with horror movies someday, but the way this came about was completely organic. I was literally chilling in the studio getting stoned with a friend of mine Zach making jokes about Valentines Day, when I asked if he could shoot a horror skit about a Valentines Day slasher for me entirely on Iphones. He thought the Iphone idea was horrible, so we asked our friend Murkem, who happens to own the studio we were at if he could shoot a skit for us. He told us to write it and he’d film whatever we had in mind, so we smoked more and started writing. We wrote the script in a day thinking we could have it out by Valentines Day, but boy were we wrong.

Everything you can imagine to go wrong on a movie set did, and there were times I thought that we just wouldn’t be able to pull it off. We had actors quit at the last minute, expensive camera lenses break, got threatened by dorm security that we would go to jail if we brought cameras in, and me ruining a laptop by spilling beer all over it while in the process of editing. It was almost like this project was cursed in some senses, but looking back now I realize that without all the misshaps we wouldn’t have learned as much as we did. I know now that all the difficulties you have to endure to make something actually makes the finish product that much more worthwhile.

This film is my homage to 80′s slasher flicks. It’s not intended to have the greatest acting, the most thought provoking dialogue, or the most epic HD cinematography. It was made to be a tribute to B movies, films I grew up watching as a kid at sleepovers that I would fast forward to see the death scenes or the nudity that they had. (Although this film sadly doesn’t have nudity in it) Movies that I had to hide under my bed so that my mom wouldn’t find out. Aside from that, it was made as a tribute to those who are usually alone on Valentines Day. People like me who watch all the other happy couples holding hands and kissing, secretly a little jealous that we don’t have a Valentine of our own. If you watch closely I’m sure you will find many funny mistakes and blunders that we made, and to me, these mistakes just make me want to work harder with my friends on more films in the future.

All in all, this film was a learning experience. Something to fuel the burning desire to make films that I’ve had in me since I was a kid. A way to work better with my friends, to showcase so much of their creativity with one simple idea. A journey into the genre of horror and the use practical special effects. A step out of our comfort zone. Learning new ways of overcoming obstacles as they present themselves and a crash course in video editing and working with money and budgets. I urge you to watch this film with an open mind and enjoy it for what it is. I urge you to comment and tell us what you thought. If you hate it, I urge you to tell us that you hate it. If you love it, do the same! Either way, this is our first short film and there will be plenty more where this came from.

I’d really like to thank everyone involved in making this project happen. I could not have made this without all of you.
Especially Zach, Murkem, Luis, Dave, Kozmo, Zannie, Raven, Lyna and Peter! You guys rule.

See there is a place, where dreams go to die.

When a dreamer stops dreaming, or yet fails to try.

It’s a place that’s filled with forgotten ideas,

From folks who’ve forgotten them throughout the years.

This place is a harbor for lies that have been spoken,

that once were all promises, but now they’ve been broken.

There’s a well here that’s filled with bright colored fishes,

And pennies that hold children’s unanswered wishes.

There’s a basement that’s filled with abandoned hope,

cast there by people who always said “nope.”

There’s a sea full of love that some never got,

and a river full of kisses that lovers forgot.

In this place there’s a forest, but there’s no tress or leaves,

it’s a forest full of hugs, that no one’s received.

There’s a garden full of flowers that never got sent,

And a bank full of money that’s never been spent.

Every house here’s unfinished, every wall’s filled with holes,

all built out of everyone’s uncompleted goals.

All the roads here have potholes, they’re only halfway done.

Built here by people who never finish what they’ve begun.

All the people that live here all have jobs that they hate,

They stopped following their heart, all thought it’s too late.

See what they never could fathom, and what they never could find,

is that here in this place there is nothing but time.

There’s time to make every dream here come true,

time to take an idea and create something new.

There’s time to make money, and there’s time here to love,

But there’s just some things here that there’s not enough of.

There’s not enough courage, there’s not enough will,

and it hinders all people who have a great skill.

There’s not enough drive, there’s not much ambition,

and that’s why this place is in such bad condition.

My friends all tell me I should go out tonight. Sure, it’s been a while but there’s just no way. I got both seasons of The Walking Dead on Blu-Ray and I plan on getting through most of the episodes before I fall asleep. Yes, I’ve seen them all before but now I get to see them with no commercials. Granted, there is this huge party going on tonight, and that girl I been dying to meet will be there but whats the point? I never seem to muster up the courage to say anything to her anyway. I wonder what her favorite Spielberg Movie is? Shit, that’s what I should have asked her that day. I mean, she might actually like Indiana Jones as much as I do. That would be so dope.

Maybe I should go out. I got a closet full of new outfits that never get worn cause I’ve stayed in the past month watching flicks. But shit, ever since I got Netlix my life has changed for the better. I get to see practically every 80′s movie I ever missed as a kid or was never allowed to watch back in the days. I get to see documentary’s and indie films that Blockbuster would have never even offered in their prime. I wonder if anyone still goes to Blockbuster anymore? I can’t wait till they get put out of business just like they did to all my favorite video stores back in the day. You know, the ones with the secret rooms that had all the porn in the back. Those were the best.

I always thought when I was old enough I’d rent a bunch of porn, but with the internet just giving it away for free nowadays I figure whats the point? Hey, maybe if I do go out tonight I wont have to watch porn because I’ll actually get laid. That would be nice. I haven’t got laid in a while. Ever since I had that fight with my ex girlfriend about how bad movie studios adapt Nicolas Sparks novels she stopped sleeping with me. Plus, she HATED horror movies. I can’t even believe I dated someone who didn’t like horror movies in the first place, but I was young and naive.

If I ever get married it would have to be to someone who loves horror movies. Gross ones too. A girl who’s libido is still in full swing even after seeing someones eyes gouged out and their limbs cut from their body leaving a massive trail of blood spatter. But also a girl who enjoys a good comedy. Every horror obsessed girl I ever dated always turned their noses up to romantic comedy’s and Woody Allen flicks cause there is no violence. Speaking of Woody Allen I just bought Annie Hall on Blu-Ray and I still haven’t opened it yet. I guess when I meet the right girl I will.

Fuck it I’ll go out. Maybe I’ll have an experience that will inspire my own movie one day. I mean, even if the dialogue or plot line sucks I know someone will watch it cause there will be sex & drugs. Well, tonight I’m not sure about the sex part but there will definitely be drugs. Who cares if my night turns out to be one of those B-movies that just ends up in the bottom of those bargain bins at Wal-Mart. Who cares if my film doesn’t have much re-watch potential? Some of the best movies I’ve seen I’ve only watched once. I think I’ll finally call my friends back tonight.

{Calls Friends on the phone}

Me- “Hey guy’s it’s me. I’m finally coming out tonight!”

Friends- “Nick! Good to hear from you pal! Guess what? The party is canceled we’re all going to the movies instead. You in?

Me- “Definitely.”

Photo- Cover Art for the 1982 Horror film “Poltergeist”

Breakfast was uncomfortable this morning. She hardly said two words to me. She just stared off into space, swirling the spoon around in her cereal until all that was left was a soggy bowl of flakes. “Your losing all the ‘crunch’ in your Cinnamon Toast.” I said to her, trying to lighten the mood. “Ha. Ha.” She said, clearly annoyed. “I’m just not that hungry, that’s all.” I had never known her not to eat a bowl of Cinnamon Toast crunch before. It was obvious something was bothering her, but I couldn’t tell what. There had been a cloud of melancholy hanging over her head for about a week now, today it seemed as if it had opened up and rained.

Dinner proved even worse. Not that I had anything fancy planned, but I did spend a few hours preparing a chicken tetrazzini for her, one of her favorite dishes. She was lost in her phone, scrolling up and down instargam and twitter timelines, avoiding any and all eye contact with me whatsoever. “The pasta’s cold.” She said. “Would you like me to microwave it for you……DEAR?” I asked, slightly gritting my teeth. “No, no. It’s fine.” She said, still not even looking at me. “I think I’m gonna go for a drive.” “Would you like some company?” I asked. “No, not this time. I just need to be alone.” She said, as she walked out the door.

In bed, she turned over on her left side so she wouldn’t face me, slid my arm off of her hip, and wrapped herself nice and snug underneath the covers. She liked it freezing cold at night, fan on full blast, air conditioning at 65. Tonight it was below 60, and she had denied me any access to my blanket and certainly to her body warmth. I just lie there on my back. Cold, confused, sad, and yet, still slightly horny. “I’m cold baby.” I said. “Any chance you could bring that sexy body of yours over here and warm me up?” “I’m not feeling well.” She replied. “I don’t wanna get you sick. Gotta long day tomorrow. Goodnight.”

The next morning she was gone before I even woke up. I called her a few times that day but she never answered. I was pretty confused. She finally called me back about a week later. “Hey, do you have those Blu- Rays I left at your house? You know, the scary ones that we found at Wal-Mart at the bottom of those bargain bins? I think it was Evil Dead… or.. Dead Alive? I dunno, something with the word “dead” in it. Anyway, I have some girlfriends coming over and I think it’ll gross em the fuck out.” She said. “Is there something wrong?” I asked. “You haven’t even returned my phone call in over a week and all of a sudden you want Blu-Rays?” “I’m fiiiiiiiine.” She said. “Just super stressed with this new job and now I just wanna unwind and have some fun with the girls, so can I get those movies or noooot?” She asked. “Sure, c’mon over.”

“Oh my God I totally forgot I left this Aveda hair conditioner in your shower!” She said, as she walked into my bathroom. “My hair has been a mess lately without it. I’ve been using my sister’s Aussie and it’s makes my hair look horrendous, but it really does smell good.” “Ohh. yeah. Still here…” I said, as she continued gathering stuff around my place. “Score! I forgot that I left my Beats by Dre headphones here. Everyone in the library freaks out because I HAVE to play 2 Chainz lately when I’m doing my homework. Without headphones people think I’m a total bitch.” “You’re listening to 2 Chainz now?” I asked, puzzled. She ignored me.

“Thanks!” She said, as she gathered up everything she could find, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left before I could really wrap my head around what was going on. The next few weeks she only talked to me in one word text messages, “cool”, “yeah”, “good”, & “k” were the most common. I was really starting to freak out. I tried calling her girl friends and they wouldn’t answer. I called her guy friends, they ignored me too. I got so mad I even threw a sneaker through my bedroom window. I even got into a car accident because I continually cut people off and honked the horn at every asshole who I thought was going too slow. I wasn’t feeling well. The week after that the text messages stopped completely. All I wanted to do after that was sleep in.

Another few weeks passed and then I saw her. At the same Whole Foods we would always eat at when we both agreed we were eating way to much junk food. My stomach was doing somersaults. She was with a really good looking guy and they both were laughing and looked really happy.”Chelsea! hey, I missed you so much! What have you been up to you never return my calls?!” I said, interrupting their conversation. “Oh hey Nick.” She said smiling. “This is Brian. After you cheated on me last month with my friend Jenna I met him and we’ve been getting along great. He has a motorcycle and he does photography. He’s even getting me on the cover of the new February edition of “Bitches, Bikes, & Beer.” Isn’t that fantastic?!! Anyway, we’re kind of in the middle of lunch right now. Text me later!” She said, as they both went back to their prior conversation.

I felt as if a bag of bricks had dropped onto my head. She found out I had cheated on her. Of course she did. What did I expect? They were good friends for Christ sakes. I felt like throwing another shoe through another window but I stopped myself because I knew I was wrong. I don’t even know why I felt so bad. I was actually planning on breaking up with Chelsea before she started ignoring me. Ever since then she’s all I could think about. And now that I look at it, her and the motorcycle douche bag actually look good together. No matter how bad I wanted knock out his teeth I couldn’t because she looked like she was having such a great time with him. All I could do was sigh, hang my head, and drag my feet out of Whole Foods to get some chicken wings and beer at Hooters instead.

Chelsea and I saw each other from time to time after that. Sometimes we would wave, sometimes we would say hi, but after a while we just walked passed each other like complete strangers. That’s all we were now, complete strangers.

It’s three in the afternoon, the sun outside is shining bright, but in my room it’s still pitch black. My head is buried under my pillows and my stomach is tied in knots. I don’t want to move. I can’t move. I don’t wanna do anything. I CAN’T do anything, even if I wanted to. Every time I try and think of something happy, thoughts of her just fight off the notion, until I’m victim of overwhelming pessimism. I can picture her outside, smiling, happy, as if we never existed and it makes me sick. Everything I’ve ever said to her repeats over and over in my head, every mistake I’ve ever made keeps taunting me, I ache with regret. All I can do is look at my phone over and over, scrolling through old text messages, awaiting a new one from her but it never comes.

I’m way too hungry to keep laying here in bed, but there is no way I can bring myself to cook anything. My mouth is stale, my throat is dry and bitter from thirst. I could really benefit from a good teeth brushing. I look myself in the mirror but I’m disgusted with what I see, the person I’ve become in the last 48 hours. My face is as pale as a ghost and the bags under my eyes look as if I’ve been in a fist fight. I smell ripe, as if I haven’t showered in weeks but it’s only been a couple days. There’s no way I can keep going on like this.

I run myself a hot shower and it feels amazing. The intense heat is ultimately soothing but it makes me feel like crying. The tears won’t come so I just scream instead. I scrub myself viciously with body wash and I shampoo my scalp so hard I’m surprised that no hair has fallen out. I’m drying off and staring at my face in the mirror again. Wondering where the charming fun guy I used to be has gone to. I need to shave. As angry as I feel I’m careful when I shave, using the blade with exact precision. I brush my teeth for what feels like a half an hour, floss so deep that my gums begin to bleed all in the bathroom sink. I spit out mouthwash with intense disdain. I look myself in the mirror again. I clean up well.

Filthy clothes are strewn about my room and I’m tempted to wear them. I stare at my closet for what seems like an hour, just standing there, staring at my clothes as if they were a black hole. I’m repulsed by half of my wardrobe because it reminds me of her. I spot a brand new bag from H&M at the foot of my closet, forgetting I had just been there for the grand opening on Lincoln road and I get dressed. I rip off the price tags and I start to feel a bit better. As I head out of my apartment to the shops of Midtown, an overwhelming bitterness sweeps over me. I see couples holding hands, window shopping and walking their dogs and I feel weak. I clench my fists and grit my teeth and I want to scream but I keep my composure.

I wave to the happy couples as I pass by, even stop to pet their dogs, secretly wishing they were dead. I pass a few pretty girls, single ones, girls who just weeks ago I would have approached, but today I just sneer at them and keep walking. I want to eat something but I don’t know what. I look at menus but the words just seem like they’re jumbled up letters and I can’t make out anything they say. “I just want a sandwich and some soup.” I tell the waiter. “This is a Chinese restaurant sir. We have Wanton soup if you like.” The waiter says. “No.” I reply. “I want french onion soup. Don’t you have any fucking french onion soup?!” I yell at the waiter, not really knowing why.

Annoyed, I get up and leave and I decide to have pizza, the least complicated food there is. I stare at my phone, pressing every application that I have for no apparent reason. I get a text message. It’s one of those mass text messages inviting me to some lame party I’ll never go to and I feel as if I’m going to lose it. I get another text message. It’s her. She want’s to talk. She’s sorry for how distant she’s been acting lately and she assures me it’s not my fault it’s her. She just needed a bit of space because she felt as if things were moving way too fast. She thanks me for understanding and wants to see me. She loves me, she says. I love her too. A wave of calm rushes over me. I feel like I can actually breathe again. I stare at a picture of both of us and I feel whole, amazed at the intense emotions that love can conjure up inside me. Falling in love is hard, I think to myself.

Photo by Lex Hernandex www.8mts.com

It’s already 5 a.m but I’m sure as hell not ready to go home. The girls I brought here tonight left at 2, something about “their high heels hurt” and “they have to be up early for school tomorrow.” Who the heck goes to school on a Tuesday anyway? I won’t be partying with them anytime soon. The bouncers are starting to kick everyone out so they can clean up, but I still have like half a bottle of champagne left, and you can bet your ass I’m finishing it up. Finally, the dj is playing some disco & old school hip hop. I love this dj. I come here just to hear him really. I wanna be a dj myself someday. I bought myself some turntables and practice like all the time. My parents would just looooove that. Not that I give a shit what they think really, just because they pay for my ridiculously expensive condo, my sports car, and all my designer clothes so I’ll go to school, doesn’t mean that I OWE them anything. However, I can’t really picture myself living in a world without luxury items, so I might just have have to put the whole dj dream on hold.

The girls at my table now are way hotter than the ones I came with, but the guy they got with them is way too drunk and obnoxious. Ally, the one sitting on my lap at the moment is saying that he’s their roommate. She say’s he’s very sweet, he just never goes out and drinks so he can’t really handle his liquor. I don’t relate well with people who can’t handle their liquor. All the employes here are hilarious. One of the bar backs is literally doing kick-flips on his skateboard inside the club. I decide to pour these girls obnoxious roommate another glass of vodka and dare him to try and do a skateboard trick. Of course, he takes my offer and busts his ass. Hard! No way I’m inviting this idiot back to my place, no matter how hot his roommates are.

Stephanie is texting me now saying she’s just leaving Mansion and the party kicked ass. Stephanie’s drunk too, but then again she can out drink almost anyone I know. It’s always the nights when I try forgetting about her when she seems to show up. The past 3 weeks I’ve invited to to dinner, the movies, a new play that I somehow won tickets too through my email and nothing! Sometimes not even a text back. When I finally think I’ve put her behind me, she text’s me at 5 a.m when I’m at my most vulnerable. Of course I know she just want’s sex, which most guys would jump at the chance for, but I really do want more than that with her. Ever since she started dating that photographer she seems to use me, like he’s won her mind while I still have her body. Fuck it, I’m not texting her back.

I love this song! I can’t believe he’s playing it. I thought I was the only one that knew this. The hot girls at the table aren’t even bobbing their head which officially means that their not getting an invite back to my jacuzzi. How can anyone just sit still to a song so powerful? Fuck that I’m dancing. All the lights are coming on now and the staff is starting to look at me crazy, but I spend so much money here every week that my tips probably pay half their salary. Ok, I’m probably exaggerating. Ohh shit, even the door guy is in here now having a drink. Why does he act like such a dick head to me even though he sees me like all the time? Was it because of that night I came with two of my guy friends and they were dressed like they were going to a star wars convention? Or was it because of that week where I was dating that girl, who on the looks scale was a 4, but I really loved her personality so I thought brought her out with me? Yeah, he really hated her.

Damn, it’s so late now they made the dj stop playing. The girls are begging to take a dip in my jacuzzi, which I really think is just a play to snort the rest of my cocaine, but I still find it quite flattering. Their roommate feel asleep in the corner, which isn’t really helping their cause, but at least he stopped being obnoxious so that’s good. I have to text Stephanie back and tell her how I feel, even though I know I’ll regret it in the morning. That damn photographer she’s with is just a corporate puppet anyway. No originality. No website of his own. He just bounces from club to club taking photos of the dj’s they pay him to see, they barely even give him credit when the photos go up. What happened to her standards? Then again what happened to mine? I’m going to school to get a job that my parents want for me, not what I want. Just so I can pop bottles and charge luxury items on a black card. That dj booth is where I really wanna be. Playing songs till the early morning, till they close down the club and they turn on the lights. It’s there that I belong. “Come on girls, lets take a dip in the jacuzzi. Yes, you can have the rest of my coke. I’ll call your sleeping roommate a cab.”

And to think, I almost didn’t show up on this date with Jenna tonight. The last three dates we had couldn’t have been more boring. Maybe the fact that we didn’t meet in a club, or that we had yet to even pass first base kept my interest, but now I wish I had never even signed up for online dating at all. How do I get out of here? I don’t even know where I am. The last thing I remember was Jenna bringing me back that awful martini I ended up drinking, even though I really wanted a beer, then waking up in this fucking dungeon with my hands tied to steel bedpost. The only thing my eyes let me make out in this dim candlelight is what appears to be mid evil weapons of torture, but I really hope they are just cooking utensils and shes just a bit eccentric. The mixed odor of dozens of different burning incenses, along with what smells to me like months worth of uncleaned cat litters is enough to make me gag, but I just gotta keep my composure. I WILL be getting out of here.

It feels as If I’ve been down here alone for hours, where the hell is this broad? What kind of date is this? Well, at least it’s more exciting than the last few we went on, but still, I’m starting to fear for my life! It’s almost pitch black in here, but I can finally hear the clacking of Jenna’s high heels against the concrete as she nears the bedpost I’m chained to. “Hey there Nick.” She said, circling the bedside with the tip of her sharp fingernail dug deep into my chest. “Did you enjoy your Martini? I told you Pierre makes the best cocktails in town. And you we’re just going to have a beer.” She said. “I Like beer.” I replied. “A lot better than that fucking martini you gave me, shit tasted like chloroform. Wait… maybe because it was chloroform you psycho bitch!” I yelled, knowing full well that would only get me into more trouble. “Shut up!” she yelled back at me, as she slipped a military grade gas mask over my head.

Great, just great. Here I am, in a dungeon. I’m chained to a fucking bedpost, with a God Damn gas-mask over my head. Now she can’t even hear the obscenities I yell out as she pours this hot wax all over me and hits me with whips. This shit fucking hurts! I could have been watching Saturday Night Live tonight or even catching up on that novel I bought months ago but never got around to reading. But No! I just HAD to go out… Is this what my dating life has become? Is she getting back at me for all the mean things I’ve said and done in the past? No, how could she be anyway? We just met.” How good does that feel baby?” she said, as she pelted my stomach again with her cat o’ nine tails whip. “Speck- Fucking- Tacular!” I mumbled through the gas mask as she whipped me even harder this time. “Now let me out of here!!”

I’m starting to think that this is not going to end up good. Ive already been chocked, whipped, burned, spanked, and heck, I even got a blowjob, but I’m really starting to think it’ll be the last one I ever have. I’m strapped down so tightly that not even Houdini himself could wiggle his way out of this one. She even brought a friend along to participate in the torture and humiliation. If I do get out of here however, I’m certainly DE-activating my Christian Mingle account I thought it would be so funny to join, and every other dating website that I so foolishly signed up for. So what if all the girls I meet in clubs turn out to be superficial, maybe I’m the superficial one for always falling for them, shit, at least their not totally psycho. It’s getting hard to breathe. The putrid stench of this dungeon along with the intense pain being delivered by Jenna and her friend is almost too much to bear. I wish it would just end already. I can hear Jenna and her friend chuckling now. The kind of chuckling teenage girls do when they first hear a really dirty joke. What kind of dirty joke do they have in store for me? Apparently it’s a big one, so big in fact that even through the dim light of the candles and the eye holes of this gas mask I can make out the dildo. It’s the most gigantic dildo I have ever seen in my life.

“Meet Bruno.” Jenna said. “He’s come to join the party.” “Oh Fuck!!” I screamed. “I Could really go for one of those martinis right about now!!!” “There’s no bartender down here.” She said, chuckling even harder this time. “But I can get you a beer.” “Perfect,” I thought. There is no way I’m ever online dating again.

Outfit by Joel Alvarez of Vengemedia and the Black Tape Project.

There’s a beautiful field in Syracuse, where no one ever goes.

And in this field, there lie a ball, that no one ever throws.

It’s there through rain and hail and sleet, and even when it snows.

It wonders when it will play again, but no one really knows.

See no one’s there to pick it up, to kick it, or to catch it,

There not even a dog in sight, who would really love to fetch it.

The only friends this ball does have, is the grass and the trees,

The birds that fly up in the sky, and the winds that breeze.

The child that once owned this ball, grew old and fat and lazy.

He moved into the city, and married a wife that drives him crazy.

He gave up his dreams of being in sports, to get rich and trade in stocks,

So he can sit in front of his big T.V, wearing underwear and socks.

He yells and screams and hollers, when his favorite team will loose,

And he yells and screams and hollers, when his fridge is out of booze.

He yells and screams and hollers, at his wife to bring more beer,

While his forgotten favorite football, lies alone and sheds a tear.

Waiting for that special kid, to play and be it’s friend.

That special kid that grows up and sees his dreams through to the end.

——— Inspired by Shel Silverstien

Amy & Jen might not be best friends, but they party each night on the scene.
They both have no jobs, but that’s never a problem, cause their parents have plenty of green.
All the boys love to stare at their pretty blonde hair, they don’t care cause their just there to dance.
But if you drive a nice car, and can buy out the bar, then they’ll probably give you a chance.

On those nights that you find, that you want to unwind, Jen and Amy are doing the opposite.
They’ll be out on the town, in the club getting down, probably dressed in something provocative.
They don’t waste any time waiting in a line, because the bouncers all let them right in.
And on days of the week when your ready for sleep, is when their nights about to begin.

The DJ’s all love them, they kiss them and hug them, and let them up into the booth.
The promoters adore em, so they keep on pourin em, champagne and bottles of Goose.
Some girls really hate them, some girls wanna date them, other girls they see them and copy.
Some guys want to love them, some just want to fuck them, and the rest just think that their sloppy.

They don’t care what you think, they’re just here to drink, to dance and have a good time.
To see and be seen, that is their routine, one scandalous night at a time.
Spending mornings hungover, but over and over, they drink again and again.
Every club that you go, you’ll find two hoes, exactly like Amy & Jen.

——— Inspired by Shel Silverstein.