INT. OFFICE — DAY
Not being white has helped Norith achieve a youthful glow. For now. As he sits at his desk, facing a screenplay on his desktop that stares back like a fucking vampire that wants not just his blood, but his soul, DNA and spinal cord.
The screenwriting business weighs on this man, if you can call him that. But today is no different than any day. He writes like a Chinese boy working a double shift. Typing endlessly. Maybe pointlessly.
Then the typing stops. His eyes wander toward his Safari page, which he clicks. Checking his Yahoo email box. Empty.
Now, he checks his other empty email box. Empty.
There is nothing going in sports in June. Damn.
Probably better for the whole fucking country.
If there’s lockout, people will probably start reading
Then, he dares to check his Facebook page. From the look of his page, and measly 206 friends, he is not one to post his thoughts or feelings for the public. So why Facebook? Read more...