Excerpts from an overactive imagination. SCENE: Hazy bar. Very intimidating bikers and truckers are milling about. LORRAINE is smiling, MATT looks like he’s going to throw up. MATT: Shaking his head No, nope, I do not want to do this anymore. Nuh uh. LORRAINE: Stop freaking out and follow me. MATT: I am not…
Window Scene “The Art of Lying”
MATT: Raine, it’s time to go. LORRAINE: In a minute! MATT: You said that 10 minutes ago. LORRAINE: Do you want this to be successful or not, Matthew? MATT: Annoyed My name is Matt! LORRAINE: Mocking My name is Matt. Oh, hush. She opens the door and MATT loses his balance. LORRAINE: Shall we, Matthew?…
Window Scene “The Art of Lying”
SCENE: Swimming pool. Lorraine is sitting alone on the steps in the water, but talking on the phone. LORRAINE: Yes, Mom, I know. LORRAINE’S MOM: Muffled Oh, but sometimes I worry about you. All alone in a big city by yourself. LORRAINE: It’s not that big. Besides, I rarely go out anyway. You know, because…
The Alt-Right is Lying to You (Again)
I really wish I did not have to type the words “alt-right” given that such a concept inherently does not exist. “White nationalists” is a much better descriptor. “Bigots” is a good descriptor. Hell, “aspiring fascists” is the best one, which is why it is weird that all of a sudden they seem to be…