Drunk Reporting #2: Flying off the Tracks! (INCLUDES SCAN OF ORIGINAL NOTES!)

As reported in "Drunk Reporting #1 (http://theendoffun.blogspot.com/2016/06/drunk-reporting-1-mr-blank-and-masks.html), the entire idea, much of the actual plot, and even entire passages of dialog and action were composed initially while under the influence and singing at The Carriage House in San Diego. As you can imagine, for a multitude of reasons, this is not always exactly productive. (AND ALWAYS requires a lot of editing and rewriting once sober...)

In that first drunk report, you saw how a little too much Jack Daniels (I honestly think it was the difference between drinking two JacknCokes and maybe three. My threshold is NOWHERE NEAR what it once was as a punk-metal-hippie), caused me to allow myself to become lost in thought as I pondered masks, their significance and my great love for them. Today, you will see how a little too much Jack Daniels gets in the way again.

The first thing you will see is a perfect example of how events unfolding in the bar (REALLY HAPPENING!) grab my attention and encourage me to work like hell to develop it for a scene in the movie. This particular scratching of notes never went past that, in fact, you will see as the second thing how I just get distracted and abandon the idea (CAN YOU GUESS THE SONG THAT WAS PLAYING??? There is a definite clue in the notes!) and start a drunken pondering of entirely other subjects. My attention either runs very deep when intoxicated or flits like a gnat in crosswinds. Guess which...

TRANSCRIPTION OF NOTES (See scan for actual drunken ranting/scribbling):

FRONT:

*Must include the over-aged/aging prostitute/escort

Johnny watched the aging hooker-with-a-bob and the young Mexican-with-a-butt-cut flirting and thought, "I'm gonna go home and kill myself." Of course he wasn't serious, but the point was still made. That time of the night had been reached and he knew it. His "suicide" would be not be a literal one, but a sexual one. One more night of extended re-virginity. One more night of a bruised cock. One more night of frustration and separation from elusive love.

BACK:
Who has soul? Who

is the soldier?

Does it matter? 

Just keep singing

Applause is punctuation

Grand punctuation it is

but punctuation

nevertheless

Life is applause

SCAN OF ACTUAL DRUNK RANT

Front of page

Back of page

THAT's IT! My Advice? Don't drive drunk, but don't write drunk either. It's just not worth it!

#TheENDofFUN