Monday, March 7, 2005


Fade In…
“I love that smell.”
“Yeah. Makes me hungry.”
“For bread.”
“We should get a job there when we grow up.”
We are driving home from school, passing the McGavin’s Bread Factory.
“Dude that would be so awesome.”
“Yeah, we could be the guys that put the little plastic clips on the bags of bread.”
“We could so do that job.”
“I know! We could.”
“Think it would suck after awhile?”
Fade Out

Fade In…
“Had the best dream last night.”
Me too! What was yours?”
“I had a beard.”
“That’s all, I had a beard and I looked good.”
“But what happened?”
“Nothing. I looked in the mirror and saw my face. It had a beard and I looked awesome.”
“That’s lame.”
“No it isn’t. I didn’t want to wake up. I kept thinking, ‘Man I look good with a beard’”
“I had a gun in my dream. I got to shoot it. Now that’s a good dream…”
Fade Out

Fade In…
“Hey, when we get married, we should be stay-at-home dads and race our babies.”
“That’s dumb.”
“No it’s not. Think about it. It’s a perfect plan.”
“ I am not marrying no independent woman! She will listen to me. She will be the one at home with the babies…”
Fade Out

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