Yeah, it's me, b*tches

I'm Parker. Parker Peterson. The one and only Asian Version of ET. 'What is an Asian Version of ET', you might ask? Well lemme' tell ya'. It's being something you're not. ET isn't freaking Asian, he's just ET! Parker isn't freaking Asian either, he's just Parker...but if I could become something else. Somethinggg...something like, like...an Asian Version of ET, even for just a semester....then I know I gave you people everything I could... something Parker Peterson could not.

The Camera Stops

The camera snaps a shot
The bodies rise up from the floor
Like fireflies in an open jar
The bones start dancing
Rusted jewlery clanging in perfect harmony
Old trumpets and whiskey
Stained wooden floors now crisply cleaned
The smell of pine-sol
The air cool to their cheeks
The song picks up
Gruesome feet shuffling in rhythm
Faster
Faster
Faster
And....
The camera snaps another....
No more music
No more dancing
They lay on the floor
Motionless
The camera will snap no more

Inkblot

This is Tommy Mouldune. Tommy lives in a highrise, studio apartment in 1950's Los Angeles. He is an interesting type of person. He keeps to himself mostly, and lives a fast paced, caffeine filled life. However, the interesting part is Tommy has no family. Why? Tommy does not believe in true love. He thinks love is something that only exists in songs and movies. With no family in the way, he has become independantly wealthy. His life is perfect...or so he thinks. One day he wakes up in a different bed. "That was some sorta' party last night" he thinks to himself. "Must be in some broad's bed." He hears something from outside the bedroom. Cooking perhaps? Then a voice, "you're going to be late for work, Derek!" Then two small children come barreling into the bed, "mommy told us to come wake you up, daddy!" Tommy goes into the kitchen and tells the woman this is a funny joke, but he really must be going now. "Yes, you do need to be going, dear. You're late, but here, eat up first." Tommy tries to get to the bottom of what's going on...
- Could this be Tommy's real life, and the other face paced one was all in his head?
- Has Tommy been living two lives?
- Will Tommy accept his new life now that he has supposedly found his 'true love'? Or will he fight to get back to his old life?

HERE IT COMES!

DIALOGUE

1- ...and that's why I came home without any clothes on.
2- ...So uh, wait a sec. You said the guy was Finnish?
1- No no, Irish.
2- Oh yeah, right...
1- ...Hey, the guy was tough, alright? AND he had a gun.
2- I don't doubt he was...Hey, did this Irishman happen to have a golden tooth?
1- Well yeah. How the f-
2- And did he have a finely groomed mustache?
1- How do you know this?
2- Because he's uh, he's standin' right outside your door.
1- Holy JES- *gets pulled out of car*
3- Alright, lad. Out ya' come. *screws on silencer* Ye' thought ya' could just skip on outta' town and I wouldn't find ya', eh?
1- No, please! I won't tell anyone, I SWEAR.
3- That's right, boyo, ye' won't be tellin' anyone...*cocks pistol*
2- What are you doing? Stop!
3- You. Get back in the car, NOW.
2- Alright, alright! I ain't the guy with the gun.
3- Any last words, sonny?
1- Yeah, look behind you...
3- Those are awful queer last wo-
2- Ya' shouldn't have told me to get back in the car you filthy Irishman!
3- NNNO *gets ran over*
2- Get in, hurry!
1- Drive, DRIVE!
2- WOOOHAHAH! Yeah!
1- That was insane! Do you think he's *BAM*
2- Holy, what the?! He's shooting at us!
1- He's not dead?! *BAM BAM*
2- Ahh sh*t! This guy IS tough!
1- I told you!
2- I'm sorry I *BAM* doubted you!
1- JUST DRIVE!

Manajè twa

Manajè twa

"Oh no, no!"

"Oh yes, yes!"

blubbered

Lawrence I

whipped this thing

I'm cockeyed as hell

I'm

silk

crouched

to give you

five hundred bucks

I guess

I'll be

oily

shying away

the blur of traffic

This Rat-Face

is rotten

and

's going to burn

That smell, that smelly smell that smells....smelly.

My hands smell like dog vomit. That is all.