Bullied

 Excerpt of Bullied screenplay script for review. All rights reserved.

Comments welcome. So are investors

1/30/2013

 Interior- David at home as an 8 year old

A group of little neighborhood boys taunting David outside the window

 David's brother Paul,12 years older, is there

P-"David go outside and start swinging at those kids. You can"t let them do this to you"

D-"I’m scared."

P-"Stop being a little chicken."

Get out there and start punching whoever gets near you and don’t stop".

D-"They’ll beat me up"

"You chickenshit coward. I’m embarrassed to be your brother".

D-Marches to the top of the hallway. He tries to find the courage to go outside. He can"t

P-"I’ll watch and I wont let you get hurt. Fight them like a man and they wont bother you anymore".

D-Scared out of his mind cannot make himself face the fear and do it.

P-Screams at David

P "You’re a coward. My brother is a coward."

D-"I'm not." He walks over to the window where the kids are standing. Johnny Gordo, his perpetual tormentor  dares David to come outside. It will just be between us Johnny guarantees, snickering.

P- listens

P-"OK. walk up to Johnny and don’t even think. Just hit him in the face."

 David starts to cry from overwhelming fear and trauma.

Paul looks at him with horrible contempt and disgust.

"This is how you"re going to be your whole life David he says sadly. A man makes himself fight. You will never be a man."

The boys outside get bored. they start to leave. Johnny Gordo screams at David as he walks away

"I’ll get you later David".

Cut

Kim Richards: Stay With It

Kim Richards, of Housewives of Beverly Hills just checked into rehab again I assume for her alcoholism problem. Good for her to face her demons and bear the shame of her previous failures rather then retreating to the bottle and giving up. Alcoholism is so hard to deal with.

She must find the strength to keep stopping again and again until she can stay stopped. As an addict myself I know the torment of the urge to use. Eventually, you quit using or you get completely destroyed. But, one must be in a 12 step program and also be in therapy. Sobriety must become a way of life. That is the only answer and it will always be one day at a time because addiction is terminal. Good luck Kim.

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David

Internet Dangerous Sexual Attraction

                                           Internet Fatal Attraction

I was cruising my favorite internet dating sight a while ago and the ultimate sexual fantasy happened. I looked at the picture and profile of a gorgeous, seductive looking, tall red head with big tits, long legs, and undeniable animal magnetism.

She was jumping thru the screen beseeching me to go after her. She described herself as being all about fun and gratification and wanting a magical man who could enjoy blissful pleasure with her.

Well, I am a 45 year old inveterate addict attracted to any kind of action be it women, food alcohol, drugs, and especially sex. The rush is what I live for. . So, I immediately contacted her via email and we exchanged phone numbers and the craziness began. One thing you don’t do on an internet dating site is get into any intimate conversations  let alone hot sexual phone talk when the person on the other end might be a beast that you will want to run from when you meet. You go slowly on online dating.  Very slowly, no matter who you are.

No matter how well, a person learns to dress up their picture and profile an undesirable is still going to be undesirable when the meeting face to face happens. Discretion is always the better part of valor   Do not get personal until you meet. That’s the rule.

Well, when I got on the phone with Ellie I quickly threw away the rule book. We spoke briefly like the two old dating pros we were covering normal niceties such as our  histories, food preferences, travel experiences, other relationships and a few other things.

Then, we did the no no. We got intimate.  Our first conversation was amazingly free flowing and we were cerebrally magnetized. Sweet, supercharged, sexual prose flowed easily between us like two dancers who had practiced forever.  We were both aware that we had violated the primary rule of internet dating but neither of us cared. We were sure we would be great in person and .the phone sex was so much fun and fed right into our mutual hungers for sexual action.

However,  just in case things didn’t work out we did make an agreement that when I got to the stairwell below her apartment and we were in full view of each other then all bets were off if there was not mutual attraction. She or I could call it all off with no explanation and just walk away. Perfect. Well, the big night came and there I stood on the stairs below her walk up apartment.

She buzzed me in.  I walked up to the floor below her and feasted my eyes upon a tall, sexy beauty with giant tits, a tight ass, and long, lean legs. Everything was just as advertised. Wowie!!!  Suddenly I only cared about what she thought of me.  Please, I thought. Please.  I knew I was golden when she smiled at me as I walked in her door, modeled for her and she gasped “Yes” as she fixed her eyes with no shame right on my crotch.

It only got better. We were dying to get into each others mouths and bodies but we had restrained and not even touched until after a romantic dinner. We were savoring every second to keep turning up our heat.  

As the car door closed we threw away our restraints. We grabbed and jumped all over each other like hungry animals.  It was a steaming sexual frenzy. She started to lick my ear and play with my hard cock and I grabbed her wet panties and stuck my hands all over her wet pussy as we made a beeline back to her apartment. We were quickly rolling around her big bed getting high on reefer with steam pouring out of our sexual organs. It was fantastic. We made love for hours and hours, went to sleep about 6 am, woke up a few hours later and kept going all day till we couldn’t go anymore. We went out for dinner and both ate like a lions that hadn’t been fed in a week.

She wanted me to immediately move in with her which seemed like a good idea. She had a nice big apartment, no kids and I was as free as a bird having been broken up with my last girlfriend for about 6 months. I had been divorced for 15 years for obvious reasons. So, I was as free as a bird. So was she after a long list of relationships all over the country.

We began a routine of seeing each other every day although we worked different hours We found plenty of time. Our lovemaking stayed frantically hot even after a month passed. It seemed the fire would never go out. I kept bringing clothes over to her place. She cooked candlelight dinners and we had a good time doing things like going to movies, eating dinner out, going to book stores, and going dancing.  After about 2 months I decided to introduce Ellie to my 2 kids then 12 and 15 years old. They liked her. That was good.

It was all good until the fateful night I went out to dinner with my much older brother and his wife. I had confided some personal information to Ellie about family matters just as a test because I had noticed that she talked too much generally but especially when she drank. Too much talking would be a deal breaker.

It had always troubled me to hear her reveal very sensitive, personal information about her own family and past relationships. I did not like that. It would be unacceptable if we were going to have a future.  Then Ellie started drinking and the next thing you know she was spilling her guts to them about how I had told her I had been mistreated as a child, financial information I told her about, and other information I trusted her not to repeat.  She failed the trust test miserably.

There was no interest or pause on her part to even think before she blurted out more and more I had told her.  So, I was really pissed but held it in until we got back to her apartment. Then I started yelling at her and demeaning her for being ignorant and having a big mouth.

I told her I never wanted too see her again and I meant it. I went back to my own apartment and had no contact with her until she soon started calling and harassing me like a lunatic.  She would scream profanities and insults in an uncontrolled way in phone calls that reached twenty or thirty in one hour each time she started calling continually over several weeks...  

I realized that to end her tormenting me I had to take decisive action. So I did. I called her supervisor at work as I had threatened to do. The supervisor listened to me tell her the tale of Ellie harassing me relentlessly and insanely on the phone for several weeks. .

Considering Ellie was a therapist in a psycho ward and I was talking to the head nurse I never would have imagined things could get worse after my call. Wrong. To my amazement her supervisor tore into me and blamed me and all men for Ellis troubles and her own troubles. She said “you are just another misogynist pig. Ellie was fine until she met you a few months ago. Now, she is a basket case. What did you do to her you asshole?”  Then she hung up.

I was shaking like a leaf I had to get this nut away from me but she continued to call and rant and rave several times a week, day and night for another week or so, So, I decided fear would be the only weapon I had to battle Ellie with.  I told her that I had recorded of all her crazy calls which I still have, and kept notes and remembered all her drunken ramblings when she had bragged about her sexual exploits with celebrities, high ranking politicians and some well known government officials. Very embarrassing stuff and harm could have come to her.

She had been involved with some important people in her 43 years. I told her that one more call to me ever and each of those people, some of who I had already found, would be given recordings of her drunken phone calls to me the and  explicit details of what she had told me she had done with them.. Suddenly, her voice grew soft. “Please don’t” she begged. She was scared straight because she had been in some bad stuff. “I will never call or bother you again”. She hasn’t.

True match.com hot romance

This is the first part of a new screenplay I have started writing about a hookup on match.com. Just testing for interest. Open for suggestions and investors.

The Match

Fade In

David sits at his computer scanning the online dating site like a trained hunter. He sees this tall, seductive but funky looking bohemian woman about 50 and appearing very indifferent. Smug. Kinda like a hotter version of Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde” but with a way better rack. David wonders out loud “Is she hot or not”? His 62 year old trained eyes coupled with years of dating experience do not tell him the story. She may be a good one but probably isn’t” She’s probably not worth trying to meet he decides. Then, he goes back to look at her again and read her profile.  Divorced, self employed, no kids living at home. She seems indifferent, uncaring as to whether she gets any responses or not, as if she were forced onto the site by a friend or daughter. “Ok. But, …..??? David mumbles to himself”  It's worth an email to her he decides.

David writes

"Hi. Check my profile and pictures and see whatcha think. Maybe we could talk? Sincerely David"

Fade Out To Maggies Apt.

“This blows” she tells Deborah , her friend who convinced her to pay and go on match.com, the online meat market.  “ I keep getting emails from babies and idiots “ This is not where I want to be”. “ She points at her computer and shows Debbie a mountain of emails that have come from men all over who fired off their best lines to her. "Listen to this guy" she taunts and tells Debbie that shes bored and they should go out for a drink.

Then, as an afterthought Maggie glances at her inbox one more time and sees a new email from a guy named David. She checks his profile information. “what does this dope have to say she asks out loud to Debbie? She reads about David, divorced, still working, no kids at home, lives nearby. She looks at his pictures. No big deal but a different look.

Certainly not like her cavalry of old boyfriends. She wonders, “can this grey haired somewhat weird looking but maybe interesting and slightly sexy guy make her wild libido explode like the last boyfriend who she left her nice Jewish very boring Dr. husband for. It took Paul Pompei, an ex-boxing champion to finally give her the animal, insatiable sexual fulfillment she had tried to bury with  parties, screenwriting and men. There was a long  history of relationships with all kinds of guys who could recite poetry and fuck at the same time.

But, all that was over and the pickings were slim.  A wild life had wiped out most of her following except for the cadre of loyal friends, men and women who wanted her all the time in some way but who only served to amuse Maggie.

“Ok, she said to Debbie” I’m ready to go out but hang on? I’m gonna write this David guy back. "I have nothing happening tomorrow night and I think he definitely will be ready to see me, she smirked.”

Maggie email to David

 “Maybe we could meet for a drink tomorrow night. Here is my number. Maggie

Fade To David

David looks at his match.com emails and sees that the Bonnie and Clyde looking woman who is Maggie had written back.” "Ok.I'm in business. Something to get excited about. Shes hot."

David calls Maggie

“Hi. This is David, the guy from match. How are you? Would you like to meet tomorrow night for a drink’? "That’s what I had in mind Maggie says” How about the Tap Room"? “Fine", he replies. I look just like my picture David says? “Really?” I hope not too much like it". Maggies first sarcastic line is launched.. She asks is7.30 good?" I’ll be there David answers.

Fade to Bar Interior

David sits outside not seeing Maggie. Finally, he goes inside and sits at the bar next to this very Slavic looking, tall and sexy woman with a great face and red hair. She asks “are you David?’ “Yes” You’re Maggie?. "Uh, yeah I have been sitting here. I didn’t know he explains. "Obviously" , she retorts but with semi-sweet amusement.

Sizing each other up sitting at bar

David is swept away by the obvious beauty and brains of this new person. He tries to read Maggie but cannot. Then, she smiles at him and says she would like to sit down in a small, intimate, booth in the empty bar owned by her friend.

Maggie waves her hand and points to a booth without looking back.

She had looked closely at this tall guy with black glasses and an athletic body and was attracted or she would have been gone already.. He had this weird face that she found uniquely beautiful. Her mind danced and skipped at a furious pace. He was no wild crazy stud but he did it for her like no one she had ever met before. She could hardly contain herself as they sat together in the little booth. Being one the worlds most impulsive brilliant, passionate manics she wanted to start kissing him right away. Instead, she asked him if they could go for an Italian Beef sandwich. Sure, David said.

In the beef stand they kissed for the first time. Both of them went into a state of  euphoria  as their lips touched. In the car while driving Maggie home the kissing got frantic. She didn't care that they were driving on a dangerous expressway strip. She was unstoppable jumping all over David. He pulled over before he crashed. She didn't care. Their lips were falling off an hour later when  she got out of the car to go up to her apartment. She had to walk her dog

Fade out David driving home

The Stomach Flu Put Me Down

This is my third day of being housebound with the flu. I woke up Monday morning and was nauseous. I wanted to vomit so badly but could not. I felt like I was going to throw up all my intestines as I struggled to release the vomit . But, it would not come out. At the same time diarrhea was coming out the other end uncontrollably.. That happened all day long.

Finally, I   called the Dr. who prescribed some instant anti-nausea pills. They did not work instantly.  Meanwhile, I could not keep anything down. The Dr. cautioned about dehydration and I kept trying to drink. But, every sip brought another trip to the bathroom. Second day there was only a little nausea,  thank goodness, but continuing fever and chills with an endless desire to sleep. The diarrhea continued and still does. I'm into the third day of misery.  I tried to eat some bland food but I do not have an appetite. I did hold down soup.

Funny, how I also just took my first and only flu shot of my otherwise healthy  64 years of life. Must have caught the wrong strain of flu or the shot did not kick in quick enough. So, as day number three gets late I'm sipping Gatorade and feeling better but very slowly. This stuff is not supposed to happen to me.

Oops. Gotta go. 

Is Flu Shot With Insurance Free?

News flash. I never took a flu shot in my whole 64 years. However, I decided to get a flu shot this year because of all the stories of how people are getting ravaged by it across the country.

I went to Walgreens in Chicago and presented my Aetna PPO health insurance card. Sorry, we don't accept that plan the pharmacist said. How much will it cost I asked. $31.99 she replied.

Well, I usually shop at CVS anyway and decided to go over there and see what the story was. Sure enough, the pharmacist checked my card and told me Aetna completely covered the entire cost at that store.                   

So, check it out if you are going to get a flu shot. You might save money.

Writing To Cure Depression

I'm trying to write a screenplay on spec. It is murder. I cannot get away from my computer. Having an addictive personality does not help but it's also an asset. As I read other screenplays something seems apparent. It's all about the story being interesting. The rest of the formatting seems not to matter. So, I'm writing about my life which at least prevents me from having writers block.

I feel so empty much of the time that writing about myself with the offhand chance that the screenplay could catch on is intriguing. Depression seems to dominate me in so many areas but when writing I find comfort. After all, going from a millionaire to delivering pizzas is depressing but it gets to be an interesting experience when putting it into a story.

So, when all is said and done I really only do have myself to turn to to get me out of this seemingly eternal funk.

I would advise anyone to write. I mean, who knows if you can or not and who really cares? If it relieves stress and anxiety it is worth it. Try.

Ann Coulter Exposed

Ann Coulter plays us all. She could easily take a liberal position if that was where the money was and where the controversy existed. Who knows what kind of person she really is? She is in the public domain. She is fair game.

 Maybe one of her ex-boyfriends, one of her family members, or a friend will talk about this sick bitch and tell us things we would like to know. Maybe there are some things on the public record.. In the same maniacal way she talks about everything she wants to get attention for she should be revealed.  her revolting antisemitism, her bigotry, her mean spirited views and ramblings make  people sick. Anyone got the who, what, why, where, and when mixed in with some other juicy stuff on Ann Coulter? Tell us.

Good New Year Start

UA-37326040-1 Happy, Healthy, New Year to all. Mine was better then I expected because I went to a bar and met some people who I got friendly with. I even got the phone number of a woman who actually hit on me of all things. Then,as I drove home about 2am it was so cold out that people were hitching rides all over downtown. A guy with a group of people from out of town held out a $100.00 bill and asked me to take his friends to a hotel about 6 blocks away. They were so grateful to get out of the cold that I actually think they felt better then I did. I came home inspired and decided to figure out how to use Google Ad Sense which I am really bad at. Way too technical. But, if I get any comments I will know someone hears me.