An Attempt at Italian Realism

EXT. SIDEWALK — RAINY DAY BARRY steps off of a bus near a small apartment complex. He is holding a bottle of champagne under his right arm, while holding a broken umbrella in his right hand and a ring in his left. He paces back and forth in front of the building. BARRY suddenly stops,

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Stu turned the corner and walked, shin first, into an old fire hydrant. AAAHHHHHHOUUUUUCHHHHH!!!!!!! FuuuuckKK!!! Stu leaned over to rub off the pain. As he leaned, Stu’s forehead connected swiftly with the top of the hydrant. AAAAAAAHHHHOUUUUCHHHH!!! MOTHER… FUCKER!!!!’ Blood ran in a single stream from the crease of forehead directly above the point of

Bert’s Knees

“Hey!” Billy yelled across the waiting room as Bert emerged through the mechanical hospital door. Surgery happened 48 hours prior and Bert was walking around on crutches (“…as best you can,” Yolanda explained as they were preparing his discharge papers. “It will look wrong, it will feel wrong, and, honey, it will BE wrong. But