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Drifting
Written
By
Branden Harrington
Story
By
Evan Conlon


INT-Basement-day
In a flashy montage, we see two men drinking, Lou, 17 yrs of age, and Broke, 17 yrs of age, Lou sits by a poker table as Broke lays smack dead on a couch, Lou says this as he holds onto this bottle of beer.

Lou
Let that little of light of yours shine! No matter what! Because no one else will do it... to friendship

Broke
To friendship! My dear friend…to friendship

Pouring the bottle of liquid, alcohol streams down in a flowing motion only beauty has to saying.

Fade-out
Drifting

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Falling from out his recliner chair, Broke wakes up to a half broken beer bottle that lays upon the ground, Broke Reluctantly picks him self up and he looks around to see nothing but shards of broken glass, as he walks by the shards he sees one unbroken bottle, he proceeds to grab it. And for a moments time he stood still to look at this bottle, broke then lifts his head up to see a glare of light flick his way, Broke proceeds to say this

Brock
Today is going to be nice day! I…just…know it’s going to be a nice day...like the good days…

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Lou as he says this in a loud and obnoxious voice

Lou
There’s alcohol out there that’s just screaming our names out for some good old drinking! Who needs school when you got…

V.O.
The goods days were the best days! Especially with…

Grabbing Broke, Lou pounces up and down, a pathway that leads them directly into the street side, and in a montage they drink, and they drink until they reach a whirlwind of vomit and utter disarray of rants. Observing the area around him, he sees grime, broken bottles, and dumpsters

V.O.
We had the world in our hands and we where sipping it by the ounce; the word fun just wasn’t a word, it was a way of life…Bottle by bottle or dreams were coming alive…but for some reasons I’ve known in the back of my head Lou knew, he knew what he was feeling and what he was saying was blasphemy, but the greatest lies are the ones that have no purpose…than it! Just simply being a god damn lie!!!

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Still gazing into the bottle, he snaps out of it and moves on, standing there he says…

Broke
Oh! God! I can’t let my flesh rot like this. I’d rather see this so called world, as piss poor as it’s becoming due the piss of our own kind…I’d rather see it, Instead of feeling the heart that pumps out the blood in my body! But I mean what can I say, when your someone like me is there any other way to live?

Hell I can use a walk, at least I’ve said I done something today!

Picking up a pair of pants that lay beneath the shards of glass, walks out of the house as he picks up a shirt on the way out the back door of his house.

Lou
Got to thank grandma for trusting me with the family home! Hell why need the future when they got a frailer for a son, drinking himself out of high school, with straight A’s surprisingly… Shit but I probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with a fuck up like myself anyway!

Broke leans over the edge of his house as proceeds to vomit
And just drops to the side of his house as he looks around in angst

Broke
Lou…lord have mercy! Why him?

Broke rubes his face and shakes it and recollects himself as he says this

A montage of Broke occurs as he first walks to the corner store, buying a drink then reading a Magazine.

Broke
The Corner Store! Yea! That’s where I’ll go! The Corner Store. Pick up a shivery drink, maybe I’ll get my favorite BRAND OF POTATO CHIPS, maybe I’ll buy a celebrity magazine…so I can throw their useless lives around to make me feel better. But since they’re richer than me! They have a meaning…now I can be amazed by the new couple who combines a semi-million dollar reign as they flow with a combined name…Or maybe not! I’ll always do that! Crackers! What can I do! What can I do with my life? Right here! Right now?

Broke gets up and rubs his forehead, and literally drifts onwards down towards the pavement, and stops to think about what Lou would do.

Cut-to
Lou and Broke sitting and talking upon a sidewalk