News. Scripts, and Pimps

     I woke up this morning around 4 AM. Staring at the ceiling, I knew there was no hope in me going back to sleep. I turned on the TV flipping through all the info commercials and the same news from the day before. I wonder if I could get a cheaper cable bill if I had them take the news stations off my TV? I made a note to call the cable company. After searching through my refrigerator, I found the coffee grinds and made a nice pitcher of hot coffee. While I was staring at the wall, drinking coffee, and feeling my eyes burn from the lack of sleep, I grabbed a script from the top of the pile and started reading. The script was about a dog who was a pimp and smoked weed. I thought it was funny how the dog could smoke weed but his primary job of being a pimp to solve his betting debts just did not roll. I pitched it in the trash can and started staring at the wall again. I looked at the scripts and grabbed one more. The story was actually quite nice. I was really impressed until it got to the point where they main character was in a downhill fall and his dog shared a bong with him, not only that, but he learned how to be a pimp from his dog and they both wrote a book and sold it on an info commercial. Now I probably would have bought the book just to see what they wrote, but I turned to the cover of the script and saw it was the same scriptwriter from the earlier script. I sent an email to the scriptwriter and told him he was very original but please do not send me another script until the dog is shot in a drive by while pimping. I got dressed and went to my favorite breakfast restaurant, but I could never get the dog out of my mind.

                                                                                                          Hank Epstein