Kid Stuff

Original script for a (mostly true) story I MAY be doing for the CCN’s Show & Tell III anthology.  I’m tweaking it a bit, fleshing it out.

The entire page is solid black.

CAPTION- A friend of mine died a few days ago.

Tall, narrow panel
A young man, our NARRATOR, is standing outside.

NARRATOR- Okay, that’s not totally true. I mean, Ken did die. Drug overdose, actually. But we hadn’t talked in years.

Three panels fill up the rest of the page. Two six-year-old boys doing kid stuff.

CAPTION- God. How long had it been? Since I moved away. We did little kid stuff. Eighties kid stuff to be honest. Our days were filled with Transformers, He-Man, G.I. Joe, comics, action figures. We used to dress up, pretend we were Ghostbusters. Oh man. That was a long time ago. Still… it hit me pretty hard.

Several panels of varying sizes. Our narrator flipping through a book or magazine.

NARRATOR- I’m seventeen. People my age aren’t supposed to die. Sigh… I felt so guilty when I heard about it.

Next panel shows and airplane in flight. The next, a slightly younger NARRATOR is getting dressed for prom. The rest show various dance shots.

CAPTION- I went back last year. Went to prom with a friend I’d kept in touch with. It was fun. Saw some people I hadn’t seen in years. I talked to Ken for a few minutes. Exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses and all that fun stuff. Didn’t really keep in touch.

NARRATOR walking around his room.

CAPTION-And now I don’t have the chance to talk to him. I know, that sounds cheesy. I don’t even know why I’m talking about it. I mean, what am I expecting? Some huge spiritual revelation? Who knows? Maybe I just need to think about it some more. Maybe I shouldn’t think about it.

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