EXT. NEIGHBOURHOOD - DAY
Jordan walks home after school, full of thoughts and doubts about his future, his present life, and himself as a person.
JORDAN
Jeez, the internet bill is for sure going to waiting. i can see my mom now. i’ll get another lecture. sheezis. i can’t stand another lecture. like i don’t know i’m downloading too much. at least it’s not porn. i have no shame in downloading music. why should i? jeez…what have you done to even deserve all these privileges anyway? a 60 on your french test? oh man… but i’m not good at french. it’s alright, right? how is it that you’ve lived in this city for so long that - no. i have to get out of this city. it’s corrupt, it’s run by radical separatist politicians and language police. it’s a sign of the fall of civilization. language police. jeez. what is this world coming to. you’re getting off track. you wait til the end of the semester every fuckin’ year. it’s always the same thing. why do i wait so long to commit myself to bettering my work ethic? do i deserve to go anywhere with this work ethic? sheez, you want to be a film maker. ya right. in your dreams. but i’m very interested in it. you tried music. look what happened with that, you idiot. 300 dollars on a keyboard and it’s just sitting there. layered in dust… and, and buyers remorse tattooed into each key. you suck. I play it once in a while though. i’m not a musician. give me a break. why can’t i commit? i haven’t finished more than 40 pages of this measly romantic comedy i’m writing. music.. forget about music. jeez, you don’t even commit to a regular masturbation schedule. god, i couldn’t even stay interested in my ex… well, i don’t consider that to be all my fault, but- and now film making. i like films though. right? i love to entertain. i love to make people laugh. but do i want to get off my ass and do it? jeez… how can i find it hard to answer this question? i wanna make films. i like to write. i hate the fact that it takes effort, but i love to be creative. don’t get me wrong. i wanna be original. but you’ve never been original, what are you doing, you idiot? you’re a follower. you’ve always been a follower. you follow to be cool, you follow to stay in sync with the world… you can’t even finish an assignment without asking your classmates what they wrote…to make sure you didn’t go off the mainstream course. i’m curious …and self-conscious. shut up. i wanna do it right! i get embarrassed. i wanna be original, but i feel the pressure… to live up to expectations. for school i don’t any for myself. i get a 60 on a film essay. what does that say? still though, i lay down these rules and expectations for myself. what are you doing? you think you’re woody allen… don’t even go there with Bergman and Fellini or others. you enjoy watching films. you’re not a film maker. if anybody could make a film, they would. you need talent. what are you going to do? write some monologue about how you feel so insignificant and how there can’t be a god if there’s war and misery in the world, and how you don’t get the way things work… the ways of life. you’re not woody, and with that shtick, you’re GOING to draw comparisons. i’m losing it. jeez, i need sleep. red bull. i’ve been sucked in. i’m just as bad as a fat american living in houston ordering 3 big macs. i’m a brainwashed consumer. i don’t want to consume anymore. i need to change. why did i get off the crutches? you were supposed to wait at least 2 weeks.
Jordan walks up to the front of his home, and sees his neighbours. He does not like his neighbours and thus hates the fact of an encounter.
JORDAN
Fuck…
