The Day I Took My Gang To The Beach

Some of you know that Steve and I have plans to get a digital movie camera and start producing no-budget short films which we will release on the internet. The idea is to capitalize on our short attention span. Now for your viewing pleasure I present my latest concept.

The Day I Took My Gang To The Beach

As we were leaving the beach, we saw a group of guys walking in. Now, I don’t know that they were thugs, but they were dressed the part, and it made me laugh to picture a bunch of hard-ass gangstas relaxing at the beach. So my film will be about a gang, who head to the beach after some successful gang-related activities. They should all walk onto this nice, sunny family beach and mill around for a few minutes, making comments to each other like “This is a nice beach, yo.” Perhaps some of them will take off their shoes and roll up their baggy pants to the knees and wade into the surf, where they stand around in ankle-deep water, trying to look hard. I think it would be a little too much to have them playing frisbee, though.

Underwear Shopping Dream

I just remembered part of my freaky dreams last night. I was buying new boxers, and appearently I had been sized for them, because the saleswoman came out and said in snide voice “Sir, you wear size *50* underwear.” I was shocked, as that seemed rather large, and began protesting, and she went on to add that “perhaps you shouldn’t shop in the KID’S department.” I looked around, and suddenly realized I was shopping in the young boy’s department! Horrified, I ran from the store, at which point the dream shifted to a fight scene between me (and my “gang” consisting of steve and some people I knew in high school) and some gutter punks, who attacked us with umbrellas.