Keith sat on the edge of his bed hunched over with his fingers frantically rubbing his forehead. The consistent echo of “you’re an idiot” played on repeat in his head until it was directly behind him. Keith’s Illusion: You’re an idiot. Dumbass. Keith: Get the fuck out of my head and shut the fuck up. […]
Keith comes into his house beaming with a spark of joy after a day of helping his friend move out of her house. He takes his jacket off and throws it across the back of a chair in his apartment before taking a seat himself. He turns on Backlash and begins to prepare himself for […]
Keith: (On the phone): Yeah…Ok thank you…Alright talk to you later. (Hangs up the phone and puts it on the entertainment center) Yeah I definitely shared too much. Keith put his face into his hands and screamed at the top of his lungs. Keith hears a voice coming for his TV which is turned off. […]
It is half way through a very slow day at work for Keith, and he is sitting in front of a computer which is in sleep mode. Using the reflection in the screen Keith noticed some barbecue sauce on his cheek from a sandwich he just got done eating. Keith grabs a napkin out his […]
In a prison dining hall Kevin sits alone eating his dinner when a group of guys walks up to him. The loud chatter of the dining hall begins to die down as the group of guys stops at the table with dinner trays in hand. Without looking up Kevin begins to speak. Kevin: Y’all must […]
*Backstage of the HPW arena we see a young Latino woman, named Tiffany Rodriguez, wearing a pair of fitted jeans and a red blouse holding a mic in her hand.* Tiffany Rodriguez: Wow already an exciting night here at the Hit Point arena as Mitch Blake is set to defend his newly won Championship against […]
We come back to see tucker and Ralph at the door of the DA (Dancer Anonymous) meeting. Ralph staring into the room with a perplexed look on his face. Ralph – (Confused tone) Umm yeah I don’t think I want any parts of this. Tucker – (Sarcastically) Umm I guess you don’t want no parts […]
The year is 1993 and in a Philadelphia bedroom we see a 10 year old Ralph dancing to Maniac by Michael Sembello as his parents watch quietly outside his room door. Ralph Sr. – (Shaking his head) He is your son Mary. Mary – He has your name. Ralph Sr. – I hope this is […]
In My Mind 