It's kinda like a script or something. With my free time... I write. I'm also doing another take, a better
take, a take that's like a take that no man has ever taken before
beyond the limits of that take. CUT! Take two. It's another take on my
senior Lit N' Film project. The trailer/finished product that was my
project is somewhere... This is not that, this is Disconnected.
Outside a house, night, all's quiet on the western front… yard. Narration: Did
you ever wonder what a night of maximum strength NoDoz, Jolt and raw
ether will do to a man's grip of reality? I bet the kids next door do… Slowly
zoom in towards a window in the house where a blacklight is glowing
faintly. Zooming into the corner of the window where you can only see
one eye of someone staring out the window into the night. Narration: They
love me, the kids. When the come over for Halloween I open the door
wide before they even ring my doorbell and I welcome them. Interrupts to man opening the door with a Darth Vader torso, towel cape, oven mittens, and a winter cap with ear flaps extended. Character: HAY! Wow! Trick or treat, what a conundrum. I tell ya kids, we should play a game. Mindlessly throwing/dropping candy out in front of him, missing the kids bags half the time. Character: You, kid, you scare the mother loving CRAP outta me. Now, the game is, "What's buried under my house?" Flashes back to the character Narration: That time of the year always brings out the- Eyes dart to the left and eyebrows go flat. Narration: When in the holy hell did I get a fucking cat? Cat jumps on his head. | 
