Month: August 2014

Flight of the Television–a sketch

I attended a Creative Writing seminar at work today (I work at a college, and at the beginning of the school year, we have a Fall Conference to see what different professors are teaching), and I came up with this seedling, this sprout, this germ of an idea. I’ve been kicking around an idea for a project for awhile now, and this seems like a good place to start. It definitely needs work, but it provides a good place from which to start gathering notes.

Enjoy.

 

You’ve got to understand–it was one of those fall evenings where, bored with school, sick from the feed bag of nonsense force-fed us, we sought out something to salve our souls. I think it was Gabe that came up with the idea–you know Gabe, balding now, a paunchy pothead doing nothing with his life, and so dull. . . dull as a rock worn smooth by a river. But then. . . yeah, this was twenty years ago, he was our Whitman, our Hunter S. Thompson. Sharp as a fucking razor, he was, blazing red hair that matched the fire raging in his spirit, his mind. Oh, ye gods, that man was on fire, and we worshipped him. So I think it was him that came up with the idea of stealing Jonah’s mom’s TV and throwing it off the top of the Old Chicago building. . . That started it. . . Our era of destruction, I mean. . . .

 

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