Base of Sour Cream & Sugar

Scene 5 Base of Cream & Sugar There is something about riding in a cab; it transitions you into a New York state of mind. I never fully grasped the true experience until I slide across the worn leather seats and look on as our bossy Fannie Beacon gives the address to the driver. City…

Follow The Flock

Scene 4 Follow The Flock “TAXI! Fannie Beacon & the crew need a RIDE!” Chimes, formerly known as Shannon, who is meow the fabulous: FANNIE BEACON. She waves her fluffy gloved hand and points her finger in the air at an upcoming yellow cab; it's waiting at the light. I watch her as she places, her…

Martinis & Street Names

Scene 3 Martinis & Street Names “Who knows what their stripper name is?” shouts Shannon. Shannon stands before the tiny foyer with a large cardboard box in her hands. We can see pink shiny objects and feathers protruding from the top. There are about 10 of us in  her efficiency now. Most of us are…

Chelsea

Scene 2 Chelsea The cab pulls up to a corner. "It'll be 52.50," announces the driver, then the old man jumps out to get our bags. I see the red numbers glaring back at me from the dash. I knew this would be just the beginning of how quickly I could spend what little cash…

It’ll be a cold night in NYC…

Scene 1 Arrival “Do you know anything about Catching a cab?” Molly stares back at me as she shifts her large tote on her shoulder, gathers her scarf around her pink cheeks and pulls her roller bag to her side. She stomps her boots on the concrete to warm up her feet and glances around…

The Ringbearer

THE RINGBEARER FADE IN EXT. STREET OUTSIDE Michael is walking the dog down the street using two awkwardly linked belts that he has attached at the buckles. The gold sequins sparkle as the pink belt stretches and recoils back when Michael yanks the dog to stop pulling every other second. Buddy pulls with all of…

Mom Jeans

“Hey, give me 3 Bud Lights and she wants a Bluemoon…” Joe stands at the bar holding out his cash to the bartender as a scantily clad woman strikes the gong behind the register. It reverberates in my chest as the sound carries across the room... Gooooonnnngggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!! Joe turns and hands me an overly full…

The Shit Stands Alone

   Texas Beginning of June It’s a hot summer day in the city. No, not hot like typical sticky-warm, it is HOT; triple digit you could crack an egg on the street and fix yourself an omelet kind of heat.   We have decided to sip coffee on the upstairs patio and gaze out at the…