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Date Posted: 22:44:18 02/26/05 Sat
INT: MARCO'S APARTMENT. HE SITS AT HIS COMPUTER, CASUALLY TRANSFERRING HIS MATERIAL TO HIS THE LAPTOP.
VO:
Okay, now why don't we start with what this is all about. I find it quite interesting.
MARCO:
I'll bet. So there were like 4 of us who started this stuff as early as high school. We were good at what we were doing, but bored with it. It was clear that this boredom would continue through college, so our senior year we decided to experiment with producing stuff. You know, whether it was screenwriting, trying to go around town with a video camera, or making animated shorts, we tried it.
MARCO (cont'd):
We kept it up through college, but even though we recruited 2 more, it started falling apart as everyone funneled into their careers. So much for that.
VO:
And what do you do?
MARCO:
I'm a microcircuit board technician at Electro-Comm Corp. It's a pretty solid job. And I get to be in the Union too! Unions rock! I get about 4 breaks a day and I'm allowed to ignore the engineers!
VO:
Uhmm.. that's great. Now what about everyone else?
MARCO:
Well, there's the original high school crowd. We got Chuck, who I just wrote into my last screenplay. Oh yeah, this ain't about the writing. So, there's Chuck Friar. He's currently in Ohio managing a section of King's Island Theme Park or something.
MARCO (cont'd):
And Paula Sato. Her dad's originally from Hawaii, but her family moved to our suburb when she was 12. She's currently running a dive shop in Minnesota. Don't ask me what that's all about... all I know is she's been diving since she was 10. She's the one who got the closest to doing what she really wanted. She's really cool though; I'm glad she still hangs with us.
MARCO (cont'd):
Then there's James O'Reilly. Yeah, he goes by James. One of the whitest whiteys you'll ever meet. He's an environmental engineer in New Jersey now, and I understand he's got his work cut out for him.
MARCO'S ROOMMATE JOHN WALKS IN, SURPRISED TO SEE HIS COMPANY. YET HE PURPOSELY WALKS IN FRONT OF AND FACES THE CAMERA WHEN ADDRESSING HIS FRIEND.
JOHN:
Yo, dude, volleyball in 15 minutes. What's up with this?
MARCO:
Don't worry about it. I'll be ready. Now I got to finish up in here, okay?
JOHN (annoyed):
Whatever, just don't be late.
MARCO:
Okay, now where were we? Oh yeah, so 3 of us ended up going to the same state college, which was really cool. Paula decided on an undecided major at a nearby state college, so it wasn't hard to keep in touch with her. It was there where we met two other interested folks. Bill Jenkins was the first guy we met. Lived across the hall in the dorms, and was the film major in the crowd. Unfortunately, he got some weird interest in handling livestock in Greeley, Colorado. I never been there, but I understand that place smells... not good either.
MARCO (cont'd):
Oh yeah, and you're gonna love this. The last girl we met, which was the first year we started doin' this ritual, is Allison. Allison Tschanes. Get it? Yeah, it's hilarious. She's really cool. She's got a creative edge, but she's an aerospace engineer in Seattle.
VO:
Well then, what's the deal with your yearly ritual?
MARCO:
So, we're all spread out now, but our senior year of college, we just decided to all get together at my apartment and do a writing... sorry, no writing... to do a project.
VO:
It's okay, I don't care if you talk about the writing.
MARCO:
Whatever. We decided to just get all fucked up that day and play a round of golf. You know, a best ball tournament where everyone starts off at the tee and then plays the best lie from there on out? Well, except for the designated driver who pounded Milk Chugs each hole, we all were pounding Heine's.
MARCO (cont'd):
After the golf was over, we thought it'd be a great idea to turn out a screenplay in the same fashion. We'd all start out writing down some ideas, share them, and then vote on the best one. The story would follow from there, and after each writing session, we'd vote on the best path the story would take. You follow?
VO:
Uhhmmm....
MARCO:
Yeah, I didn't think so. Look, I got to get my shit to together for this beach volleyball match. Do you mind?
VO:
You mean we're going back to The Strand?
MARCO:
Hey man, whatever floats your boat. As long as it's not me changing into my beach shorts.
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