I so wish I could draw or paint or had artistic talent.... I can envision a comic book that morphs into a movie, action figures, and dare I say.... an over the top waterpark that rivals Disneyhood, full of games, characters, rides and poor quality junk food. "BELMARLAND".
Looking forward to the next installment.
Or PJB could just get published on Amazon. This tale is a lot better than most of the crap they've got for the Kindle these days.
He sat looking out his window at the increasingly baffling Brooklyn neighborhood he once considered edgy. Located on the border of a Biggie Smalls neighborhood, he enjoyed cheap rent(by NYC standards) and appreciated the rugged individuals who once called it home.
Now, as he gazed out the window, he saw nothing but tight jeans, tight stripped T-shirts - the necklines way too low, wool beenies, and goatees. Everybody has a f'ing goatee and tattoos these days. Rich girls from CT worked and partied their way around town, their rent supplied by daddy. It was all so fake and superficial.
A decade ago he enjoyed his existence. He had a decent job and a solid social network. He also had a Queen's beachbreak, with just a few other die-hards, all to himself. But that had all changed. Now surfing was friggin fashionable to those who once would never even consider paddling out on a frosty February morning. Surfing was cool. It was chic. He blames Kelly Slater and Quiksilver for this. And the artsy-fartsy surfing guys who had to pedal a fake image to retain sponsorship and exposure. Yeah, grow those dreds or afro a little longer, man. Surfing bohemians financed by Quiksilver and Macy's.......
Surf shops in Manhattan? Underground surf movie premieres in SoHo? What the hell has happened? Pro surfers who bypass the tour spend months at a time tooling around the city for God knows what reasons, and friggin Billabong pays them to do so. Oh yeah, some clown, who happens to surf Pipeline, took a picture of the shoreline, and now has an art presentation on the Upper East Side. Bravo.......
Mikey McFitz was pissed - like, The Unibomber type of pissed. He often sat swilling Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor from his apartment, writing disturbing maifestos to the world. The madness of the city, combined with frequent drop-ins at 90th St, by 12-year-olds was taking its toll. The rage boiled-up inside of him. He was just one bottle of Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor away from snapping.
He had to get out. Get away from this place. He often sat staring at a map of the world wondering where he belonged. He needed to find a place to set his soul free. A place where people were real and no one wore stripped T-shirts, and no one had a goatee.
Little did Mikey McFitz know, that the place he dreamed of was so much closer than he could ever imagine.......
CMON, CMON! Finish the F@cking Story! I NEED to see how this plays out before I go to work at job #2. I'm like Hunter S Thompson as played by Johnny Depp writhing around on the floor after taking a sniff of human adrenaline gland extract. As seen in the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Gimme more! This story is Gold! Gold I tells ya!
mr pbj we need to turn this into a movie.im thinkin the kid from breaking bad plays seldom,maybe have john goodman play the trailer park dude.i cant wait for the part when they get pulled over for being in a stolen car lol
This isn't some thing I've been thinking of....just spur of the moment crap. No novel. I wouldn't post anything of importance on a public website for free. Ya know what it is that I be sayin'?
Since Seldom Seen is leaving work soon and I'm not feeling it right now.......those interested will just have to wait. This will last through New Year's Eve, if I'm still alive.......I'm burning up with fever. Oh Lordy that child is burning up with fever.
Plus, I'm pissed-off at 18-25 year old white males who think they are from East Detroit but are from Northfield. They just keep doing the same stupid stuff. They speak English around some people and then they speak ghetto around others. Every time they get out they post on their FB all of this positive gobblygook, and two months later they are back in again. Don't call me, " BOO." I'm not a "Boo." Ya know what it is that I be sayin' ?