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Yours Truly

March 15th, 2013

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.

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Love Hangover

November 14th, 2012

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

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Long Distance Love Afair

August 22nd, 2012

It’s only been 6 months since shes left to L.A. but it feels like an eternity. Every day that we’re apart it seems as if my feelings for her are growing stronger and stronger. Whoever said that “absence makes the heart grow fonder” couldn’t have been more correct. It’s hard to believe that just a few thousand miles of distance between us could conjure up so many intense emotions in me. Before she left we we’re committed to making this thing work, determined to keep our desire for each other burning like a roaring fire. I ignored every skeptic, ignored everyone who told me things would never work out for us. I’m focused on the bigger picture, strongly believing that one day we’ll be together again.

As I’m staring out the window of this plane, I replay these last few months in my head, excited, and relieved that in just a few hours all the heartache I’ve felt when we were apart will finally subside when she greets me at the airport. I’m thinking about what I’ll say, thinking that it’s probably best to let my heart do all the talking and give my mouth a rest. My mouth always has a way of getting me in trouble anyway. Our first kiss will tell me everything I need to know, whether this time apart has made her desire for me grow stronger, or whether it has been sleeping, awaiting that prolonged kiss that will finally bring it out of it’s slumber.

No matter the outcome I’ll be back in Miami next week, back to my everyday grind, avoiding temptation and slaving away at my career, a career that I love but one that has inevitably brought us to where we are today, on separate sides of the country. When I land however, none of that will even matter anymore. None of the nights I’d stay up tossing and turning because of a picture I saw on facebook or instaram will have any relevance whatsoever. All the worries I once had will fade away with the present moment, time spent with her that I can cherish for long after I leave.

She’s more beautiful than I ever remembered, A sight for sore eyes and a cure for an aching heart. Pictures never could quite do her justice, although they we’re always hot to look at. As she stands in front of me with open arms I know a hug could have never felt this powerful if had we waken up next to each other every day for the last half of a year. I realized that that until now, the more time I spent with someone or something, the more I took it for granted. I could never do that again. As we kissed I could feel our passion awakening, a feeling that made me want to give up everything I had back home just to experience it everyday. But just as I was done thinking about the past, I was done thinking of the future. I needed to enjoy every second that I had with her right here, right now, my long distance love affair.

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Forgotten Sands

August 10th, 2012

I can come to this beach alone and still feel perfectly content. I can sit here for hours, staring off into the horizon, watching as the waves carry all of my troubles far out to sea. I still think of her of course, because it was at this very beach that we first met. It was an evening just like this one, an evening where a beautiful western sunset decided it would take a trip to the east coast and paint the sky orange for us. And although I miss her, the ocean assures me that whenever I am here, she can never be too far away.

I know now that it’s here that I belong, a truth that I had once forgotten as I spent endless hours of the day chasing dollars. I lost site of the simplicities that made life truly worth living, reminded again through the dialogue of this evenings sweet ocean breezes. It was her who never forgot, who waited alone for me here on countless nights because I had broken another promise. I wonder if these were the things she thought about back then?

Even when the sun set’s here, It is still paradise. I can hear the faint whisper of nightlife a few miles west of the shore, persuading me to join in the scene, but I cannot be distracted. I find solace in the symphony of the night, songs sung by waves crashing upon the rocks, orchestrated by strong winds that now replace the subtle evening breeze. This music is our bond, a bond that made me fall in love with her, a bond I know that cannot be broken by time nor space.

As I dig my toes in the sand I can feel her happiness. As I scoop it up in my hands I can feel the grains as they slowly start to slip through my fingers, just as I let her do without even realizing it. But as the fallen sand returns to the beach, I know that’s just what she’ll do, and when that happens I’ll be right here to scoop her back up again. Until then, I am happy to be alone. Right here in the place that we fell in love, basking in the tranquility that I had once forgotten, awaiting her return.

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