Soooo....I'm going to recap my trip. I went to Vegas, to take an exam to get certified, and was supposed to meet up with some friends to play a show, and then party at the MGM Grand. We did 2 of those things.
I really wish we had pictures, but Connor broke hiscamera at the airport, (he dropped it in the sink) and refused to buy a new one from a duty free shop or one of those vending machines. He's an idiot.
The only pictures I have is of me hugging an M&M, which I don't remember. And a faraway shot of Zach and some of his friends taken at the lobby of the Grand, which turned out terrible.
So I arrived in MacCaren Wed Night around 8 PST (11 EST) and pretty much just studied my ass off.
Thurs, was the same. I was supposed to play a show at a place called Wildfire, but that morning, found out 3 people couldn't make it, but it was a godsend as they canceled the venue. That would of sucked. Sally's house burned down recently so she couldn't make it--she wasn't bringing Britt like last time. Connor's flight got delayed. Fusco couldn't get out of work. So besides studying, the few of us there went out drinking at Sunset Station, met an awesome bartender and fellow anglophile (talked about the Cribs, Subways, Kaiser Chiefs, and Arctic Monkeys for like an hour) and went to In and Out and then went shopping. Nite. I slept 3 hours.
Friday I took my test bright and early. Needed an 80 to pass. Got a 76. Fuck. Went back to my room, slept an hour and took the Hands-on Practical portion. Needed a 90. Got a 95 MFer! Now I have to take the written portion again on the 30th. Shit.
That night went out with Val and walked around and took in the sights. That girl is a riot. So fucking innocent it's adorable. It's hysterical to see this girl with a home-made floral dress and a traditional bonnet head-covering walking around with a dude decked out in all black, tight pants and this short peacoat and a moppy emo-mullet. But she's such a sweetheart and I wouldn't have it any other way. I did miss going toe-to-toe with Sally though this time. Damn that girl can drink. Didn't get much sleep once again. 19 hours in 5 days. Not good.
Saturday I got sick in the middle of the presentation I had to attend. Spiked a 103 fever all of a sudden and went back to the room and crashed. Everyone went out for dinner apparently, partied hard (or as hard as Nutritional Therapists do) and I missed it. The band went out drinking and I missed that too. I woke up at 2 AM that night (or sunday morning) Ready to attack sunday.
It was very chill. We each got up and said a few words about our businesses and endeavors, and community outreach and whatnot, said our goodbyes and people left. I'm glad Francesca left early and we didn't have much time together this time. Her poor husband is handicapped and she is all over me, and quite inappropriate at times, but says I remind her of her little brother whom she doesn't see, as he lives in Europe. I love her like crazy, and I LOVE older women, especially ones that look as good as her, but that always irked me out. Either come onto me or don't---don't make it weird. Although, in this case, I'd rather have a friend in her I guess for two reasons---I'm not a home-wrecker and I never had an older sister and wanted one. And she's very candid and honest like myself (another reason I want to move to Europe). But treating me like both is very weird though. So, no. Very much, no.
She and Lisa did tell me to stop by their houses in San Diego when I go to the West Coast next year. Something I'm looking forward to very much---never been to San Diego and always wanted to go. Especially now since Para Bellum takes place there, and it would be real hypocritical of me to be writing all this shit about the town and never been there.
Sun night, took a break from the boys and went out to the Mirage with Val, Laurice, Kris, Beth and Julie and her husband Greg. "So Greg, what was Trapper John like in real life?" By far the best quote of the night.
Then I had to leave them early and meet up with the guys and my father (who is a up and coming voice artist and my de facto manager) and my talent agent Drew at the MGM Grand. While waiting for them, I ran into Zach De la Rocha. Waved and said hi, that was about it. I'm never the type to make a big deal in front of celebrities. (except Hayley Williams one time; that was an exception).
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. I went to play a couple of hands of blackjack with my dad. We both won like 30 bucks, not much but considering how much money we were down, and won back, like 200 each--i'll take it. Had a drink with him for the first time in 2 years. It was nice.
Well I got lots of work to do before tomorrow---so I'm gonna go thru the highlites real quick. I'll upload whatever pictures I have next time and continue the story from where it really picks up, but give u the baiscs: We pretty much got VIP in everything-- Drew and Dad are awesome! Center balcony seats at KA (which was astounding!), free admission and a crazy amount of drinks and a private table at TABU and 54, window seat at Yellowtail (favorite restaurant i think ever---oshitashi, hamachi, scallops and fois grois, madai and some of the freshest hijiki and wakame i've ever tasted...mmmm).
Went with Ben and Connor to PURE and I'm surprised we got in. Specially since Connor's underage and had a shitty fake. It's a lot nicer than LAX which I went to last time I was in Vegas. A lot less steps hahaha. Didn't go outside though---kinda wish we did. Saw a few familiar and famous faces, danced with some cute honeys and made up a dance called the Crows Nest. It was fucking hysterical. They're really fun to go out with cause they actually get up and dance unlike most of my close friends. It sucks cause I'm really getting close with Ben and I feel kinda bad cause he and Matt are kind of a package deal. Jay's coming back from Madagascar in a month and he'll probably want his spot as guitarist back. He's my best friend and I hate doing that to the two of them. Hopefully no hard feelings and we can all be friends and still jam.
We also went to this Brazillian restaurant which I loved. Met this cute vegan waitress and tried to convince her out of veganism, but gave up halfway. Not even willing to go for dairy and eggs. She said after 60 days of this she feels radiant and amazing. Told her she looked radiant and amazing, and to do what makes her feel good--that's the most important thing. And if she ever started to feel lethargic or unhealthy in any way to give me a call, and we can work something out that suits her best. After dinner she slipped me her number, before I could even give her my business card---dunno if it was for business or what, but assumed the former, when I called her. I think she was put off. But ya know, I'm not for the whole "What happens in Vegas..." thing. I got Danielle, afterall. And flirting's one thing....it makes you feel wanted and like you actually have a pulse---but a cheater's a cheater.
Well that's all for now...probably elaborate later (as if I haven't enough already)
I really wish we had pictures, but Connor broke hiscamera at the airport, (he dropped it in the sink) and refused to buy a new one from a duty free shop or one of those vending machines. He's an idiot.
The only pictures I have is of me hugging an M&M, which I don't remember. And a faraway shot of Zach and some of his friends taken at the lobby of the Grand, which turned out terrible.
So I arrived in MacCaren Wed Night around 8 PST (11 EST) and pretty much just studied my ass off.
Thurs, was the same. I was supposed to play a show at a place called Wildfire, but that morning, found out 3 people couldn't make it, but it was a godsend as they canceled the venue. That would of sucked. Sally's house burned down recently so she couldn't make it--she wasn't bringing Britt like last time. Connor's flight got delayed. Fusco couldn't get out of work. So besides studying, the few of us there went out drinking at Sunset Station, met an awesome bartender and fellow anglophile (talked about the Cribs, Subways, Kaiser Chiefs, and Arctic Monkeys for like an hour) and went to In and Out and then went shopping. Nite. I slept 3 hours.
Friday I took my test bright and early. Needed an 80 to pass. Got a 76. Fuck. Went back to my room, slept an hour and took the Hands-on Practical portion. Needed a 90. Got a 95 MFer! Now I have to take the written portion again on the 30th. Shit.
That night went out with Val and walked around and took in the sights. That girl is a riot. So fucking innocent it's adorable. It's hysterical to see this girl with a home-made floral dress and a traditional bonnet head-covering walking around with a dude decked out in all black, tight pants and this short peacoat and a moppy emo-mullet. But she's such a sweetheart and I wouldn't have it any other way. I did miss going toe-to-toe with Sally though this time. Damn that girl can drink. Didn't get much sleep once again. 19 hours in 5 days. Not good.
Saturday I got sick in the middle of the presentation I had to attend. Spiked a 103 fever all of a sudden and went back to the room and crashed. Everyone went out for dinner apparently, partied hard (or as hard as Nutritional Therapists do) and I missed it. The band went out drinking and I missed that too. I woke up at 2 AM that night (or sunday morning) Ready to attack sunday.
It was very chill. We each got up and said a few words about our businesses and endeavors, and community outreach and whatnot, said our goodbyes and people left. I'm glad Francesca left early and we didn't have much time together this time. Her poor husband is handicapped and she is all over me, and quite inappropriate at times, but says I remind her of her little brother whom she doesn't see, as he lives in Europe. I love her like crazy, and I LOVE older women, especially ones that look as good as her, but that always irked me out. Either come onto me or don't---don't make it weird. Although, in this case, I'd rather have a friend in her I guess for two reasons---I'm not a home-wrecker and I never had an older sister and wanted one. And she's very candid and honest like myself (another reason I want to move to Europe). But treating me like both is very weird though. So, no. Very much, no.
She and Lisa did tell me to stop by their houses in San Diego when I go to the West Coast next year. Something I'm looking forward to very much---never been to San Diego and always wanted to go. Especially now since Para Bellum takes place there, and it would be real hypocritical of me to be writing all this shit about the town and never been there.
Sun night, took a break from the boys and went out to the Mirage with Val, Laurice, Kris, Beth and Julie and her husband Greg. "So Greg, what was Trapper John like in real life?" By far the best quote of the night.
Then I had to leave them early and meet up with the guys and my father (who is a up and coming voice artist and my de facto manager) and my talent agent Drew at the MGM Grand. While waiting for them, I ran into Zach De la Rocha. Waved and said hi, that was about it. I'm never the type to make a big deal in front of celebrities. (except Hayley Williams one time; that was an exception).
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. I went to play a couple of hands of blackjack with my dad. We both won like 30 bucks, not much but considering how much money we were down, and won back, like 200 each--i'll take it. Had a drink with him for the first time in 2 years. It was nice.
Well I got lots of work to do before tomorrow---so I'm gonna go thru the highlites real quick. I'll upload whatever pictures I have next time and continue the story from where it really picks up, but give u the baiscs: We pretty much got VIP in everything-- Drew and Dad are awesome! Center balcony seats at KA (which was astounding!), free admission and a crazy amount of drinks and a private table at TABU and 54, window seat at Yellowtail (favorite restaurant i think ever---oshitashi, hamachi, scallops and fois grois, madai and some of the freshest hijiki and wakame i've ever tasted...mmmm).
Went with Ben and Connor to PURE and I'm surprised we got in. Specially since Connor's underage and had a shitty fake. It's a lot nicer than LAX which I went to last time I was in Vegas. A lot less steps hahaha. Didn't go outside though---kinda wish we did. Saw a few familiar and famous faces, danced with some cute honeys and made up a dance called the Crows Nest. It was fucking hysterical. They're really fun to go out with cause they actually get up and dance unlike most of my close friends. It sucks cause I'm really getting close with Ben and I feel kinda bad cause he and Matt are kind of a package deal. Jay's coming back from Madagascar in a month and he'll probably want his spot as guitarist back. He's my best friend and I hate doing that to the two of them. Hopefully no hard feelings and we can all be friends and still jam.
We also went to this Brazillian restaurant which I loved. Met this cute vegan waitress and tried to convince her out of veganism, but gave up halfway. Not even willing to go for dairy and eggs. She said after 60 days of this she feels radiant and amazing. Told her she looked radiant and amazing, and to do what makes her feel good--that's the most important thing. And if she ever started to feel lethargic or unhealthy in any way to give me a call, and we can work something out that suits her best. After dinner she slipped me her number, before I could even give her my business card---dunno if it was for business or what, but assumed the former, when I called her. I think she was put off. But ya know, I'm not for the whole "What happens in Vegas..." thing. I got Danielle, afterall. And flirting's one thing....it makes you feel wanted and like you actually have a pulse---but a cheater's a cheater.
Well that's all for now...probably elaborate later (as if I haven't enough already)
Ugh. I just woke up an hour ago, with 4 hours under my belt. I forgot how bad the morning after is.
I'm looking around my room and its a wreck...and I don't know where yesterday went. I'm hot and im cold and the vessels around the temporal lobes are constricting and its killing me. My hearing goes in waves. My forehead feels as if it has a brick tied to it. It's heavy, cold, cobalt and iron and my pillow is a magnet. This is why I stopped in the first place.
Nicole is yelling at me over the phone. She's telling me I'm an idiot. She's telling me it doesn't matter if I took something to prevent any CHF, it's still dangerous to mix things. It is, but I don't understand---it's okay for you to almost ruin your life and to have my best friend drag you from a gutter barely breathing, but when I party with a few friends and then need to get some work done, it's not okay. I really can't stand hypocrites any longer. I suppose it's hypocritical of me to do these things and preach health, but I don't do them habitually any more, and I reason that I am only young once. This wont become a habit again and fuck you. It's a good sign the only thing I'm craving is water.
Danielle is going to be here in 4 hours. I need to clean this place up and finish my book. She wants to talk some things over and hope to work a few things out. Although I'm fine with everything. The other thing I'm done with is insecurity. Especially other peoples'. I haven't been insecure lately, which is good. I think one thing I gained out of my last relationship was confidence in myself without having to be someone else. It took the destruction of a long-invested friendship, but "you can grow flowers," i suppose. I'm tired of people's insecurities. I know I'm good, and a good person. But stop telling me I'm 'great' and 'perfect' just as an excuse because you don't think you are. I can see it, why can't you? Why can't I help you see it? This is not a problem, though. Large enough to make irrational choices. Well, it is, but it's YOUR problem. Get your shit together, and get back in the game. Or continue aimlessly wandering around, wasting your love. I can help you--I'll be there for you---but you need to ask. And you need to be here. I got to find a civil way to word that in the next 4 hours.
Hope.
Half sincerely,
Your better half.
I'm looking around my room and its a wreck...and I don't know where yesterday went. I'm hot and im cold and the vessels around the temporal lobes are constricting and its killing me. My hearing goes in waves. My forehead feels as if it has a brick tied to it. It's heavy, cold, cobalt and iron and my pillow is a magnet. This is why I stopped in the first place.
Nicole is yelling at me over the phone. She's telling me I'm an idiot. She's telling me it doesn't matter if I took something to prevent any CHF, it's still dangerous to mix things. It is, but I don't understand---it's okay for you to almost ruin your life and to have my best friend drag you from a gutter barely breathing, but when I party with a few friends and then need to get some work done, it's not okay. I really can't stand hypocrites any longer. I suppose it's hypocritical of me to do these things and preach health, but I don't do them habitually any more, and I reason that I am only young once. This wont become a habit again and fuck you. It's a good sign the only thing I'm craving is water.
Danielle is going to be here in 4 hours. I need to clean this place up and finish my book. She wants to talk some things over and hope to work a few things out. Although I'm fine with everything. The other thing I'm done with is insecurity. Especially other peoples'. I haven't been insecure lately, which is good. I think one thing I gained out of my last relationship was confidence in myself without having to be someone else. It took the destruction of a long-invested friendship, but "you can grow flowers," i suppose. I'm tired of people's insecurities. I know I'm good, and a good person. But stop telling me I'm 'great' and 'perfect' just as an excuse because you don't think you are. I can see it, why can't you? Why can't I help you see it? This is not a problem, though. Large enough to make irrational choices. Well, it is, but it's YOUR problem. Get your shit together, and get back in the game. Or continue aimlessly wandering around, wasting your love. I can help you--I'll be there for you---but you need to ask. And you need to be here. I got to find a civil way to word that in the next 4 hours.
Hope.
Half sincerely,
Your better half.
So fucking hackneyed....but when you said, "You haven't been treated very well, have you? That stops now." It kinda hit me deep. Real deep. It's all I can think about. Especially since you're kinda a culprit---kinda. But then again, you were always one for picking up strays, right? Let's hope the third time is the charm. 
I promise I wont run this time if you wont either.
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while I live it up you're off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
I promise I wont run this time if you wont either.I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while I live it up you're off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
I always loved, even as a child, when my Holmes-boy (see? I can be funny sometimes!) would bend shit, and knock people and animals alike, the fuck out. But this is just travesty. Pure and adulterated. You people probably don't care; and I don't blame you. 19th century literary characters don't really show up on modern-day agendas, but this has been like my hero since I was 5 years old. The dude is bad ass. He revels in his snuff, his women, and his shady adventurous work. And is the most narcissistic prick you could meet, at times. Yet, he's always tied to his best bud, and better half, and his values, which I can relate to and respect----pretty much all the above.
So here's the thing. Holmes is always portrayed with some dignity, poise and grace. And his crazy moments shine through. That's what make the stories so interesting. I've been seeing a lot of advertisement for this new Sherlock Holmes movie. And I'll say this; to be positive: I like the idea. It's refreshing to get such a kick-ass character into the mainstream, so more people may dig up some old stories and learn about the true Sherlock Holmes. Plus, I absolutely love Robert Downey, Jr---in most everything he does. But....a big ol' Buddha BUT....
Sherlock Holmes isn't about explosions and unnecessary quips and corsets with heaving breasts and gratuitous bare knuckle boxing---all great when you're ruining the illustrious Sir Alan Moore. Please don't ruin another great work of literature by injecting 100cc's of steampunk sexiness.( WOOT ALLITERATION!) By all means, Mr. Ritchie, show us your take and your shared love for this character. I fuckin loved "Snatch!" and "Lock, Stock..." and It looks entertaining. Like I said, I'll find SOME refreshment in this. Just cause I'm nuts about Sherlock. And at least you're not going all hunting cap. (I don't know where that started, but it's just illogical.) Still, I don't think I'll like it.
So my contrived point in this whole mess is, pick up a book...even pick up the comic that's suppose to come out with this movie. And see this wonderful character from all angles. Not just RDJ. Hahaha, you KNOW I'm going to see this, regardless. I can't wait, what can I say? Might have to wait till I get back from St. Kitts --- so no late night premiere with an afterparty into the wee hours
But yea....I'm going. But it absolutely cannot compare to when I first saw a picture of Sherlock Fuckin' Holmes grabbing a fire poker that some behemoth of a man blatantly ruined and then just straightened it like it was silly putty, without breaking a sweat--I was hooked. The dude is Sam-Jackson-Grade-Bad-Motherfucker Material. And I'm glad they're giving him some edge--I really am. I just think they went a little overboard. We'll see...
So here's the thing. Holmes is always portrayed with some dignity, poise and grace. And his crazy moments shine through. That's what make the stories so interesting. I've been seeing a lot of advertisement for this new Sherlock Holmes movie. And I'll say this; to be positive: I like the idea. It's refreshing to get such a kick-ass character into the mainstream, so more people may dig up some old stories and learn about the true Sherlock Holmes. Plus, I absolutely love Robert Downey, Jr---in most everything he does. But....a big ol' Buddha BUT....
Sherlock Holmes isn't about explosions and unnecessary quips and corsets with heaving breasts and gratuitous bare knuckle boxing---all great when you're ruining the illustrious Sir Alan Moore. Please don't ruin another great work of literature by injecting 100cc's of steampunk sexiness.( WOOT ALLITERATION!) By all means, Mr. Ritchie, show us your take and your shared love for this character. I fuckin loved "Snatch!" and "Lock, Stock..." and It looks entertaining. Like I said, I'll find SOME refreshment in this. Just cause I'm nuts about Sherlock. And at least you're not going all hunting cap. (I don't know where that started, but it's just illogical.) Still, I don't think I'll like it.
So my contrived point in this whole mess is, pick up a book...even pick up the comic that's suppose to come out with this movie. And see this wonderful character from all angles. Not just RDJ. Hahaha, you KNOW I'm going to see this, regardless. I can't wait, what can I say? Might have to wait till I get back from St. Kitts --- so no late night premiere with an afterparty into the wee hours
But yea....I'm going. But it absolutely cannot compare to when I first saw a picture of Sherlock Fuckin' Holmes grabbing a fire poker that some behemoth of a man blatantly ruined and then just straightened it like it was silly putty, without breaking a sweat--I was hooked. The dude is Sam-Jackson-Grade-Bad-Motherfucker Material. And I'm glad they're giving him some edge--I really am. I just think they went a little overboard. We'll see...The reason I got no sleep yet. And STILL not fucking done. Well here it is, not yet published, or even edited or finalized---OOOO! SPOILERS!
[Veta’s website homepage, with 3 large profile pictures as the focal point. In one she sports blonde hair with faded dyes, topless, and wears nothing but sunglasses and a plastic toroidal chain around her neck. Her arms are behind her head as she is posing. Glare of a cheap spotlight gleams off the shades. In the second picture, she has her normal purple and blue hair and holds a small blade to her neck as she looks off camera nonchalantly. 3rd picture shows her wearing her peaked cap with deep red hair and she is sticking out a bleeding tongue, biting it with a grin.]
CAPTION: “No one knows much about Veta Rose Sidorov; where she is from; or if half of what she says is true…if that’s even her real name. “
[A picture of a passport from the 80’s with an early childhood photo of a eastern European-looking girl]
CAPTION: “That’s what it says on her old passport at least. I got to admit the child in the picture doesn’t look much like her, however. Anyway, Veta’s love for chaos, schemes and destruction began at a young age…the ripe age of 10, supposedly. “
[Close-up of a young girl’s torso, with small budding breasts, wearing a sweater carrying books. A few leaves blow by. An arrow is pointing to the right breast with a caption: ‘Going to be slightly larger.’ An arrow is pointing to one of the leaves with a caption: ‘Mmm, Crunchy.’]
CAPTION: “She blossomed young, and remembers first sprouting what would grow into a lovely pair of sweater puppies during a particularly cold October.”
[Same torso and leaves from before, wider shot of Veta crying on the playground, children all point and laugh at her.]
CAPTION: “Ya see, school children can be quite vicious and unforgiving bastards. They teased her incessantly, saying her…Wait, what did she name them, dude?”
CAPTION (BLUE): “Bonnie and Clyde.”
CAPTION: “Yea….were a result of a terrible, infectious disease...a scourge borne of the playground."
[Veta and her friend are playing tic-tac-toe at a cafeteria table, a view from overhead. Wiley, a young boy with a buzz cut is whispering by her ear]
CAPTION: “But her friend Wiley said cooties could be cured through medication. Oh what luck! Her best friend’s parents owned a local pharmacy with plenty of meds.”
[Insert panel of a hand prying a brick from a wall. In the panel gutters…’She’]
CAPTION: “So, ripping a loose brick from the side of her duplex…”
[Veta skipping, carrying the brick, past pedestrians on a suburban town sidewalk. It’s a gorgeous day. Over the gutter (by a sewer grate in the picture hahaha inside joke)…’She screams in silence’]
CAPTION: “…she skipped off on her way to the ‘candy shop.’ She never got to the pharmacy, though.”
[She stands in front of a giant, splendorous building. She looks up at a sign that reads Acme Brick and Tile Store, but the store, it is surreal: bricks are stacked up in the window on display like normal retail products. In the panel gutters…’A sullen riot penetrating through her mind’]
CAPTION: “Because irony stared that little fucker straight in the face.”
CAPTION: “Something snapped inside that little brain that day.”
[The brick leaves her out reached hand, several inches apart. ‘Waiting for a sign’]
CAPTION: “Threw her out of balance and her fragile mind broke”
[Brick about to hit the window of the store. ‘To smash the silence’]
CAPTION: “...satisfyingly wonderful...”
[wide shot of the brick breaking the glass. ‘With a brick’]
CAPTION: “like crunchy leaves under bare foot.:”
[Bloody tiny feet standing inside the store on top of broken glass. ‘Of self-control.’]
CAPTION: “Leaves made of jagged glass and rusty nails and hypodermic needles.”
[First-person view of a brick in each hand]
[Wide shot of young Veta standing in the store, holding two bricks, it's dark, stormy and pouring outside, pedestrians in the rain are running and holding umbrellas, briefcases, newspapers over their heads]
CAPTION: “Mmm, crunchy.”
FULL SPREAD : [Veta, in present day, standing in front of the same building with the same sullen face, but it’s a locksmith now, the same window is broken. She is now holding a gun in each hand. She faces one toward a pedestrian in the very foreground with a terrified look on his face; the other is facing at a pedestrian being shot, throwing a briefcase in the air. Another pedestrians runs away, grasping a rolled up newspaper]
CAPTION: "...And doesn't get soggy in milk!"
[Veta’s website homepage, with 3 large profile pictures as the focal point. In one she sports blonde hair with faded dyes, topless, and wears nothing but sunglasses and a plastic toroidal chain around her neck. Her arms are behind her head as she is posing. Glare of a cheap spotlight gleams off the shades. In the second picture, she has her normal purple and blue hair and holds a small blade to her neck as she looks off camera nonchalantly. 3rd picture shows her wearing her peaked cap with deep red hair and she is sticking out a bleeding tongue, biting it with a grin.]
CAPTION: “No one knows much about Veta Rose Sidorov; where she is from; or if half of what she says is true…if that’s even her real name. “
[A picture of a passport from the 80’s with an early childhood photo of a eastern European-looking girl]
CAPTION: “That’s what it says on her old passport at least. I got to admit the child in the picture doesn’t look much like her, however. Anyway, Veta’s love for chaos, schemes and destruction began at a young age…the ripe age of 10, supposedly. “
[Close-up of a young girl’s torso, with small budding breasts, wearing a sweater carrying books. A few leaves blow by. An arrow is pointing to the right breast with a caption: ‘Going to be slightly larger.’ An arrow is pointing to one of the leaves with a caption: ‘Mmm, Crunchy.’]
CAPTION: “She blossomed young, and remembers first sprouting what would grow into a lovely pair of sweater puppies during a particularly cold October.”
[Same torso and leaves from before, wider shot of Veta crying on the playground, children all point and laugh at her.]
CAPTION: “Ya see, school children can be quite vicious and unforgiving bastards. They teased her incessantly, saying her…Wait, what did she name them, dude?”
CAPTION (BLUE): “Bonnie and Clyde.”
CAPTION: “Yea….were a result of a terrible, infectious disease...a scourge borne of the playground."
[Veta and her friend are playing tic-tac-toe at a cafeteria table, a view from overhead. Wiley, a young boy with a buzz cut is whispering by her ear]
CAPTION: “But her friend Wiley said cooties could be cured through medication. Oh what luck! Her best friend’s parents owned a local pharmacy with plenty of meds.”
[Insert panel of a hand prying a brick from a wall. In the panel gutters…’She’]
CAPTION: “So, ripping a loose brick from the side of her duplex…”
[Veta skipping, carrying the brick, past pedestrians on a suburban town sidewalk. It’s a gorgeous day. Over the gutter (by a sewer grate in the picture hahaha inside joke)…’She screams in silence’]
CAPTION: “…she skipped off on her way to the ‘candy shop.’ She never got to the pharmacy, though.”
[She stands in front of a giant, splendorous building. She looks up at a sign that reads Acme Brick and Tile Store, but the store, it is surreal: bricks are stacked up in the window on display like normal retail products. In the panel gutters…’A sullen riot penetrating through her mind’]
CAPTION: “Because irony stared that little fucker straight in the face.”
CAPTION: “Something snapped inside that little brain that day.”
[The brick leaves her out reached hand, several inches apart. ‘Waiting for a sign’]
CAPTION: “Threw her out of balance and her fragile mind broke”
[Brick about to hit the window of the store. ‘To smash the silence’]
CAPTION: “...satisfyingly wonderful...”
[wide shot of the brick breaking the glass. ‘With a brick’]
CAPTION: “like crunchy leaves under bare foot.:”
[Bloody tiny feet standing inside the store on top of broken glass. ‘Of self-control.’]
CAPTION: “Leaves made of jagged glass and rusty nails and hypodermic needles.”
[First-person view of a brick in each hand]
[Wide shot of young Veta standing in the store, holding two bricks, it's dark, stormy and pouring outside, pedestrians in the rain are running and holding umbrellas, briefcases, newspapers over their heads]
CAPTION: “Mmm, crunchy.”
FULL SPREAD : [Veta, in present day, standing in front of the same building with the same sullen face, but it’s a locksmith now, the same window is broken. She is now holding a gun in each hand. She faces one toward a pedestrian in the very foreground with a terrified look on his face; the other is facing at a pedestrian being shot, throwing a briefcase in the air. Another pedestrians runs away, grasping a rolled up newspaper]
CAPTION: "...And doesn't get soggy in milk!"
