Thursday, August 17, 2017


As much as he knew about the finance world there'd be a lot of money spent up front and the work would come in making it back and paying lenders.The seriousness of the situation didn't pass him by he knew the real work would be up to him actually making the truck go with selling items people wanted to buy and eat.
He continued looking through the proposal as the chatter in the background subsided and she came out and sat next to him. She asked him what he had thought so far to which he nodded his head excitedly ready to start. She liked his enthusiasm but she had seen it during the late nights in his apartment cooking up some delectable items. 
They had a long way to go before anything was final but the first step was seeing the truck to making sure it was worthy. They scheduled a time to meet with the dealer after she got off work but before he went into work the next day. 
Upon meeting at the lot with the dealer there were a numerous amount of vehicles in the lot, but sticking out amongst the crop you could see the lime green top of the food truck from the ad. He got in with permission of the dealer and saw it needed some major work From new appliances, gas stove, counter tops etc. They knew the deal would be risky but that was when it only seemed like minor work. One bright spot was the truck started up and seemed to run well so that leveled out the risk involved a bit. 
The two conversated to the side both looking they're professional finest. Upon breaking their huddle they talked the dealer down pointing out to actually make the truck viable they needed to spend money to refurbish its appliances. After a bit of a standoff with each party in silence the dealer saw their point of view. It was smiles all around as the first step in their plan had been achieved. They then scheduled payment and the rest, but first a group selfie as the deal had been struck.

Monday, August 14, 2017

MOD MAN #10 Summer

He rushed down the steps to the garage running a tad bit late, and he fuckin’ hated being late. In the garage was his pearl white Lexus. Kimberly, who was living with him, had left earlier in his I S red convertible Lexus. She was headed to a casting call. She was a new to the area looking to live out her dreams like anyone else. As she headed to this casting for a big budget gig, she was told she’d be working with a few as yet to be cast big names. Some of the names being thrown around were Eva Longoria, Bruce Willis, and even Leonardo DiCaprio. Malcolm told her over a dinner of shrimp linguini and a crisp Pinot Grigio that no matter who was cast, this was her opportunity to make her mark. She’d need to kill the read through.

He himself was headed to the studio as we were shooting the final scene for their fourth feature film. A bagel with cream cheese, his breakfast held between his teeth, he moved closer to the car, opened it up tossed his bag on the passenger seat, and sped off. The drive to the studio always made him daydream a bit, as on his right was the amazing ocean view. On his left was the lush foliage and open plains. That all changed when you hit the city limits of track housing, businesses would pop up, and the view of the ocean was set back amongst the urban sprawl. On his mind were a number of unconnected thoughts and images passing through. One was of the impending work at hand for him once he got to the studio. Another thought that lingered was of Okoye. She was also living with him, a model type with gorgeous natural raven colored locks and legs that looked like they went straight to heaven. The image stuck in his head was of her reaching for a box of cereal wearing nothing, but one of his t-shirts creeping up and showing a tantalizing bit of her butt cheek. He stopped in his tracks, that vision now stuck in head head.

At that moment his iPhone began to ring. He assumed it was Nicole, Malcolm’s long time assistant, checking up on him, but it was David Beckham. Quite the surprise, he thought, as they had recently become friends, and he had watched him play a few times, as he had given them tickets. He answered the phone, still driving with a bit of anticipation to why he’d be calling at this moment. He said, “What’s good my friend?” He replied with his thick Brit accent, “I’m well my friend. I see I didn’t wake you up. You’re already up and at’ em”. He asked him, To what do I owe this morning call?” He went on to explain that he wanted to invite Malcolm to a dinner party at his mansion that weekend. He and his wife, one of the sexiest women Malcolm had ever met, wanted him to meet some of his friends and family. Malcolm was awe struck. His jaw dropped in a shocked reaction, as his mind raced with a what, who, and how did this happen kind of pattern. He guessed he was continuing to move up in the world. Malcolm let him know that he was driving so to text him all the details. He obliged Malcolm with a Cherri – o, but first let Malcolm know he should bring a date, but no hoes. This statement was, in a way, saying politely that Kimberly and Okoye were out, not that they were hoes. Malcolm guessed some people got the idea that being that they lived with him rent-free there was some kind of arrangement, and there was. He had to laugh; he guessed he wasn’t fooling anyone. He also mentioned dinner would be held outside to watch the glorious sunset.

Malcolm pulled into the parking lot of the studio and Nicole immediately bombarded him with questions and messages, her headset on her head and a cup of Yerba Matte tea in her hand. He couldn’t be that late but when you are the director, it is what you do. He had her go down the seemingly endless to do list, as they walked inside, and one by one each was dealt with. The most pressing of them all was dealing with the actors, stroking their ego, and letting them know they looked good on screen. Then it hit him. Malcolm, sometimes found inspiration comes when you least expect it. He knew who he was going to take to the Beckham’s dinner party; her name, Summer. Malcolm got Nicole to make a note of finding her and getting him in contact with her. And before he could call the shoot a WRAP, Nicole had gotten her info to his iPhone. The rest was up to him.

Upon wrapping the days shoot and prepping for postproduction in the coming days with Nicole, Malcolm found a quiet spot to call Summer. A hint of nervousness plagued him as he looked at the contact number preparing to call thinking of what he might say. It had been sometime since they had originally meet and spoke, but not long enough that she’d forget him. So he dialed the number. Summer pleasantly answered the phone, remembering him off the bat. They quickly caught up speaking on things they had been doing in their recent past. Malcolm worked up to the invite not getting a clear picture on her relationship status being that when they had met she was seeing a producer from Sony studios. Then at a certain point Malcolm had to just dive into the reason he called to invite her to dinner at the Beckham’s home. He didn’t lead with saying dinner would be at the Beckhams, but it did help her in deciding to say yes, as she never undisclosed to Malcolm whether she was still making rounds with the producer. Malcolm took it at that, she had said yes and they were going. He continued to tell her that if he’d get any more vital information as it came he’d get it to her. Seemingly they both seemed to have enjoyed talking with the other as they got off the phone with smiles across their faces.

Upon reaching home still high off a solid day of work, scoring a dinner date, and seeing the wonderful sunset on his way home. Malcolm arrived home to see his red I S Lexus mashed up being unloaded by a tow truck. His eyes widened as he stopped halfway down the driveway and hopped out wondering what the hell had happened. The car had taken some major front-end damage, which deployed the air bags. As Malcolm came closer, Kimberly whom had been driving the car ran up to Malcolm in tears. The accident was proven not to be her fault, but she was shaken up and definitely worried by the words she was crying into Malcolm’s chest as they embraced.  He was just glad she was ok. The tow man gave back the keys and asked for his tow fee as Kimberly continued to cry. Malcolm paid with cash on hand realizing that his relationships with Kimberly and Okoye was something more than just roommates as he felt clear relief that Kim was ok. After things had calmed, Kimberly then made Malcolm proud as she revealed that she had gotten the role that could jumpstart her career.

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Saturday, August 12, 2017


He couldn't wait to let his neighbor know he was totally into partnering up with her on the food truck plan. He worried he had taken too long to decide and now she was having second thoughts about it herself. 
So that morning before he felt she'd be heading off to work he stopped by her apartment knocking on the door. Waiting at the door with the paperwork she had given him, he knocked again. Maybe he had missed her so for good measure he knocked again. Still no answer. 
He moved back to his apartment and looked over the paperwork she had given him and found the ad online. It was what she said it was. Satisfied with her due diligence he was committing himself to the deal.
He prepared for work and as he left he looked for her car, which was still not there. So at work throughout his shift in the back of his mind he came up with wild scenarios for her not being home. He made it through the day of work realizing he'd be soon leaving this place and setting out on living a dream. 
He rushed home hoping she'd be there. Pulling into his complex driveway his headlights passed over her parked car and immediately he made it to her door and knocked. The door opened. She was on the phone with someone so she motioned him to come in with a smile as she continued her conversation. 
He had never been in her apartment before and was impressed with it's layout and interior design. He sat on her white sofa with a faux white tiger skin draped accross the back. Taking in the scene he realized she was speaking fluent Mandarin Chinese. He knew this as he had taken up to 2nd semester in college and could still pick up a few of the words she was speaking. 
As she saw she would be longer on the phone than expected she handed him a typed proposal giving it to him with wide eyes. This was the game plan he had been waiting for already worked out and ready for his approval, he was excited.


During a manned mission to Mars, Astronaut Mark Watney is presumed dead after a fierce storm and left behind by his crew. But Watney has survived and finds himself stranded and alone on the hostile planet. With only meager supplies, he must draw upon his ingenuity, wit and spirit to subsist and find a way to signal to Earth that he is alive. Millions of miles away, NASA and a team of international scientists work tirelessly to bring "the Martian" home, while his crewmates concurrently plot a daring, if not impossible, rescue mission. As these stories of incredible bravery unfold, the world comes together to root for Watney's safe return. Written by 20th Century Fox  (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

THE MARTIAN to me I felt was a fabulous film. Upon viewing the trailer to this film I was intrigued, but at the same time I worried they’d muck it up by introducing aliens or some strange life force that would be horribly cgi and ruin my experience. Truth be told they stayed away from all of that and other corny ploys and told a story that we all can relate to, which is personal survival and the need and the want to go home. No typically a fan of Matt Damon, but he was good in this. I also felt a film like this needs to be duplicated in another version of a storyline as it broke down the tools of problem solving for the viewer in a way that I thought also stimulated the viewers mind, which I thought was something more films need to do. So for THE MARTIAN I give it 4 ½ stars.

Monday, August 7, 2017

MOD MAN #9 Harumi

He was a little hesitant to board the plane. It wasn’t like he had a premonition that the plane would crash or be hijacked. It had everything to do with the trip with Summer still in his head. He had a script about three quarters done and a meeting with three brokers expecting to see a finished product. He shuffled his feet through the terminal and up to security like a toddler who didn’t want to do something but knew there’d be consequences. The consequences, in this case, were undefined, but the numbers being thrown around at what these “newbies” would pay for a solid script from him was no joke.

He found a seat. His Able Abe black messenger bag held his essentials he was carrying onto the plane. He checked his messages on his phone, as he saw his flight was to be delayed. As an avid people watcher, he began watching the variety of people congregated at one time and at one place. It tripped his mind out a little. He imagined where each person was off too and to what business, be it vacation, business, or a secret rendezvous. He watched the families with kids, he watched and watched how they dealt with getting their kids, through the flood of people moving and going from all directions. He saw the business types in suits, BlackBerrys glued to their ears as they brokered high tech deals over the phone. Doing this visual impression kept his mind off the fact that for the past hour his flight status was still delayed.

In the back of his mind, the finishing touches to the script simmered, coming together slowly. Nonetheless, he’d have a finished script to deliver even if he had to lock myself in his hotel room once in New York for the first few days. Earlier that day, before coming to the airport, He had a wild night with Summer, but come morning it was very anti climactic as the sight of her leaving him his house key only played as that she had used him for the night like a traveler uses a hotel room. 

 He was deep into the people-watching mode. He saw a stewardess walking through the terminal, dragging one of those luggage compartments on wheels. She looked exhausted. She moved slowly, one foot in front of another, almost like she might collapse at any minute like a triathlon runner, meters from the finish line. Her finish line was a terminal area couch just out of his site line. He could only see her hands and her now crossed legs, as she was now seated with her rolling luggage next to her.  He could see her right hand reach for something out of his view. Once back in view he noticed she was holding a cell phone, and she began scrolling.

His flight went from delayed, to a slim chance it would be cancelled, to now boarding in a matter of hours. In that time he had finally brought out his laptop and began actively working on the script. Knowing someone wanted a piece of his creativity, made him feel good. It definitely made him want to do his best work. As he made my way to board the plane, each passenger was greeted by a gorgeous; model type stewardess that was so flawless it was as if she floated on air. He watched her throughout the flight to prove and even disprove his theory on that of her to no avail.

When he arrived at JFK the weather was a bit chilly, with a brisk wind. He gathered his bags and hailed a cab to his hotel. While checking in, he saw they had a lounge and thought a drink might sooth the jet lag. So he got to his room, showered, changed, and made his way back down to the lounge. He ordered a Grey Goose and soda. Surveying the place, which looked like a bunch of quiet out-of-towner’s and a band of regulars. The decor was a bit dated, and reminded him of a fashion photo he had seen selling make up or of just the tropical theme. He sat at the bar sipping his drink, strategizing in his head how he’d tackle the whole script finishing process, when a woman sat next to him at the bar. She came in unnoticed by him, as the bar patrons could be counted on two hands. The lounge was dimly lit and with all the colored lighting it was a bit difficult to see. She sat there rubbing the rim of her glass ever so gently. At a certain point she turned to him and looked him over. He acknowledged her presence showing her a quick smile.  His intention was just to take the edge off, maybe enter into some easy going conversation, but the conversation she was looking was going to come with a price, which killed the vibe so he finished his drink in silence. Accepting things as they came, he got up from the bar confidently walking back to my room.

The whole situation oddly reminded him of a woman he once knew who was supposedly now living in New York. They had talked on the phone long distance for a while, but it fizzled out after awhile as the distance had taken a toll. Yet he remembered her always talking about owning her own studio apartment with a walk in closet so deep she could get lost in it. He looked up her contact info and thought about calling, as he got to his room. The number was there, so he called up Harumi as he entered his hotel room, closing the door behind me hoping she’d pick up after having not spoken in so long... then the phone clicked over “Hello?”

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Saturday, August 5, 2017


Damn, finally completed this long time #wip figuring I didn't have a regular post this week so I'd share this. I will be back next week with the last few posts of my Born Sinner / Watch Me Draw season 3 series and hopefully the start to a new work In progress. Enjoy!

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The Girl on the Train is the story of Rachel Watson's life post-divorce. Every day, she takes the train in to work in New York, and every day the train passes by her old house. The house she lived in with her husband, who still lives there, with his new wife and child. As she attempts to not focus on her pain, she starts watching a couple who live a few houses down -- Megan and Scott Hipwell. She creates a wonderful dream life for them in her head, about how they are a perfect happy family. And then one day, as the train passes, she sees something shocking, filling her with rage. The next day, she wakes up with a horrible hangover, various wounds and bruises, and no memory of the night before. She has only a feeling: something bad happened. Then come the TV reports: Megan Hipwell is missing. Rachel becomes invested in the case and trying to find out what happened to Megan, where she is, and what exactly she herself was up to that same night Megan went missing. (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)
Just seeing the previews made me want to see this film. Yes it is another twisting and turning film based on a book, but it is very good, I probably should have given this film a second viewing as I felt it was that dense. I think the performance of Emily Blunt was superb yet for me the way the story was told made to most impact. So for GIRL ON THE TRAIN I give it 4 stars.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

MOD MAN #8 Origins

In the first year playing for the Dodgers Malcolm continued to impress. He was soon getting people expecting him to break more rookie records. Unfortunately the team at that time wasn’t entirely that good. It had turned into a frustrating season with the shining spot being Malcolm’s play. The season was long so there was time and hope for them to turn it around and make a run for the playoffs. 

At around this time the team was headed out on a long road trip that would take them through Texas playing both the Rangers and the Astros. This also in a way meant a homecoming of sort being Malcolm was alumni of the University of Texas. He could visit some of the people he had known before. This definitely included Candace. She had been watching his performance rather closely becoming a bit of a baseball fan in her own right. She had been tracking Malcolm’s progress and comparing it to other rookies throughout the year even the ones he was most compared to. She, herself, was coming up on her final year in school and was expecting to take herself overseas to do a Masters course, but with all of these ideas, hopes, and dreams everything was still up in the air. One thing she knew was as Malcolm’s team was coming to town she needed to be there and see him, as it had been too long. 

They had been corresponding by phone, mail, email, and social media. Yet the most heartfelt messages were the hand written letters he’d write her of his travels writing them on hotel stationary, dinner napkins, or even hand made cards made of a mogpog of items. She kept at him about taking photos and working his creative eye, which sometimes turned into secret messages that showed how much they really missed each other. This would be Malcolm’s teams only stop in the area unless they made it into the post season, which was seeming like a long shot so the two devised a plan. They would find some way to meet up while the Dodgers were in Texas. This would mean Candace would have to do some driving as Austin, TX where she was about a two and a half hour drive to Houston, TX home of the Astros. This they decided was the better of the two as Arlington, TX where the Rangers played was a three and a half hour drive. Candace would drive down after her last class of the day, which after checking in to her hotel and freshen up she could be at the field come batting practice with the intent of meeting up for drinks if not dinner after the game.

The days leading up to the trip they were in daily contact. He had some trying thoughts he shared with her after a particularly tough game, which made it seem like old times. Now being a professional ball player yes there were perks one being the attention they would garner everywhere they would go. Another was the access they received and even another was the crazed fans. Malcolm would tell Candace about these occurrences at clubs, bars, and after games and at hotels, but sensed she had a hard time hearing about them so he kept that part of his professional athlete lifestyle to himself making what they had rather special.

As the trip continued to near Malcolm’s play heated up and he was batting .384 with 35 RBI’s 20 HRS and no errors in the field. His play alone was keeping his team in many of the games they played, while their pitching was the one letting them get away. The game just before their Texas trip Malcolm hit for the cycle against the D-Backs putting him front and center in the rookie of the year talks. Candace watched that game from beginning to end, which in the end the Dodgers lost in extra innings. It was a heartbreaking loss, but at least the trip into Texas came with some benefits for Malcolm and hopefully for the team as both the Astros and Rangers were teams the Dodgers were expected to beat. 

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David Ghantt discovers the true meaning of adventure far beyond his wildest dreams. He is an uncomplicated man stuck in a monotonous life. Day in and day out he drives an armored vehicle, transporting millions of other people's money with no escape in sight. The only glimmer of excitement is his flirtatious work crush Kelly Campbell who soon lures him into the scheme of a lifetime. Along with a group of half-brained criminals led by Steve Chambers and an absurdly faulted heist plan, David manages the impossible and makes off with $17 million in cash...only problem is he foolishly hands the money over to this wild group of double crossers and has been set up to take the fall. With the bandits blowing the millions on lavish and ridiculous luxuries, they leave behind a glaring trail of evidence. Now on the lam and in over his head, David must dodge the authorities, evade a hilarious hit man, Mike McKinney, and try to turn the tables on the ones he trusted most. Written by Relativity (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

MASTERMINDS was an interesting film cast with some rather big names in comedy to play roles in a story that was basically true. I’m all for heist films, but I see films that take a different direction by showing dumb criminals. I laughed all the way through and I felt the story was told well as not to give away too much before it happens. So for MASTERMINDS I give it 3 ½ stars.

Friday, July 28, 2017


He lay awake in bed looking at the ceiling trying to decipher what his neighbor had recently offered him. She had come out of nowhere with a very risky idea that could be exactly what he had been looking for. He tossed and turned reflecting on his journey to that point remembering the catalyst to his entire life change, which was his seeking the alter to some random church. 
It had been a rough road along the way some remnants of his old life still remained, but nobody's perfect. The dawn was turning to morning as the pale blue light was becoming a warm orange tone. He rose from bed earlier than usual and sat in his kitchen brewing a cup of coffee and making a pros and cons list to help him decide.
Each time he would and one he'd add one to the other side. He was deadlocked. He thought some more with another cup of coffee now sitting on his couch and still his list was deadlocked. He tossed the pen and pad his caffeine rush building. He tried to just think with his heart on what he really wanted, yet still nothing. 
He hopped in the shower and continued to think. He eventually realized he had become attached to his job at the steakhouse like a surrogate family as he lost the family from the job he was let go from. It was like a rebound, it feels good, but may not wholly be good for you. 
Then it hit him, his basic fear was that he'd have to go this food truck venture alone, but in reality it came with a built in partner that would handle the financials, which was her expertise leaving him to focus on the cooking. With that frame of mind the choice was clear and he couldn't wait to share it with everyone. Looking to the heavens he began to get tremendous feeling all over as he saw things working out for the good.

Saturday, July 22, 2017



He was now coming up on the 3rd month of managing at the steakhouse. He had taken to the challenge rather well. Yet there were some hiccups along the way that seemed to make the transition impossible like dealing with customers face to face. Another slight bump along the way was the dress code for the steakhouse was a bit more high scale requiring he to get more regular hair cuts and shaves. His neighbor in 35 B even came out with him to the mall to advise him on some dresser looks. She thought it was cute he'd asked her to accompany him. Ultimately he purchased a few shirts, ties, a pair of slacks, and a versatile blazer to bring everything together. 
The two continued to draw closer to each other. His plan of working nights and coming home to cook and her taste test also continued when possible. She was seeing his hardwork leading up to something, but as his role at the steakhouse grew it was hard for him to maintain both with the same intensity. 
He had developed a small menu that he felt would knock anyone's socks off if they tried it, but for now it was only between him and his neighbor. One night as he had made it home he was beat so when his neighbor came over happy to taste another new dish they sat on his couch sipping beers and talked. She showed him something she'd been working on on her own. She showed him an ad for a vehicle that could be turned into a food truck with some work. She knew she had been coy, but she revealed to him if he really wanted to go that route she could help him finance the vehicle and get it up to code. The only condition he'd make her a partner and let her try her hand at cooking from time to time on the truck. 
He in no way saw this coming and knew a choice had to be made. The risk loomed large as he was gaining respect at the steakhouse and it felt good, but it even felt better to have someone believe in him and his dream and want to help.


Robert Trench, an undercover DEA agent, takes advantage of gunman Michael Stigman's idea to rob a bank to bust him and a mob boss. However, it proves too successful with much more money seized than anticipated with Trench's forces not stopping the getaway. Complicating things still more, Stigman turns out to be a Naval Intelligence agent who shoots Trench and takes the money. The interservice debacle suddenly finds Trench and Stigman in a bloody web of corrupt clandestine rivalries as they are hunted, blackmailed and isolated for the money on both sides of the law. Now, the fugitives must work together to find a way out of this situation with no one to turn to but themselves. Written by Kenneth Chisholm (  (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

A fan of both Denzel Washington and Mark Walberg I couldn’t imagine 2 GUNS being a film I couldn’t like. Upon seeing it my question was this were the two actors playing characters or were they actors, whom we’ve come to know and love, playing parts as their namesake? Maybe a better way to say that is I felt each actor played their role in the same manner they’ve played it as in other roles. I also wasn’t completely sold on their chemistry in the film, which is based on a graphic novel of the same name. So for 2 GUNS I give it 3 stars for an interesting story.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

MOD MAN #7 Ms. Arguello

Malcolm didn’t know what to think as he politely shook Ms. Arguello’s hand. They all had now been introduced and were looking to get down to business. Nicole took her seat at the table silencing her phone for the moment. Malcolm quickly gathered his thoughts as Ms. Arguello looked at him with nothing but smiles. She seemingly could sense he was thrown for a loop by her presence so she sought to take the tension down by sharing a joke she knew. "A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered, "Sure, why not." So the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow and rested. A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up." Everyone laughed at the impeccably delivered joke to which seeing the client having a sense of humor made Malcolm more relaxed. As he sought a good segway to enter the business at hand he commented on their like in common for the coffee shop down the block. Part of him was wondering how the innocent glance in passing sat with her as she began speaking on how grabbing an actual bag of coffee beans was more of a souvenir than something she’d actually open and use. Still smiling and being pleasant Ms. Arguello questioned him on his favorite roast to which he explained he truly enjoyed a Peruvian blend which was delicious both hot and cold. She agreed as their commonality made it easy to proceed into the business at hand. 

Ms. Arguello was in great shape physically and stunningly beautiful seemed a bit older than Malcolm whom secretly carried a torch for several older women throughout his life. Upon finally reaching business talks Ms. Arguello explained why she had selected their agency and what she was expecting. Her first request was that their image gets a youthful makeover. What they sold was a family recipe for tequila, which was a robust part of her countries many export to the U.S. Ms. Arguello, also wanted to see her brand Toro Perfecta or “perfect bull” become a bigger player in the market and raise revenue in a matter of months. Malcolm admired her ambition and that her faith in his agency to do what she was asking for. Come to find out she was the eldest daughter of Mr. Arguello and had been around the family business since very young and watching how her father ran the business and now that the business was going to be officially be turned over to her she had the chance to make the changes she wanted to implement. 

All of this began to make sense to both Malcolm and Nicole as this had conspired in only a matter of days before. Malcolm began to get a better understanding and feel for the business, as he was again feeling in control of the situation. The meeting continued and Ms. Arguello and her team liked the possible direction Malcolm discussed in his pitch for the brand. From ad buys targeting a more youthful audience and the marketing strategy focusing on an age appropriate consumer. Ms. Arguello was all ears and a perpetual smile as she watched Malcolm intently. There were some questions Malcolm wanted to ask, but he requested a tour of the company and it’s factory to get a better feel for what he would be getting into, which meant a trip to Peru. So they began to talk dates for this researching trip over the conference table. As this trip would be out of the country the question of an up to date passport was a question to which Nicole had already ventured out on her phone to pull that information up. Malcolm cherished the idea of the trip and the opportunity to meet the man who had started it all. Malcolm then turned to Nicole whom nodded that things were in process and the earliest a trip could be secured would be by the following week. The Arguello team would be heading home the next day so the timing would be worth it as the ideas discussed that day would still be relatively fresh in everyone’s mind. 

As the Arguello team rose from the table and exchanges of handshakes shared Malcolm inquired about their dinner plans to which the lawyer and accountant would be unavailable as they had other business to attend to, which left Ms Arguello whom Malcolm invited her out and would schedule a car to pick her up at 7pm at her hotel. They both smiled as Ms. Arguello gracefully accepted as her and her team walked out of the conference room. Malcolm then had Nicole make reservations for Lavender House a restaurant know for it’s fresh fish served Mediterranean style and then excused her for the remaining of the day. Malcolm then stood in the conference room alone wondering how he should approach this dinner date with his beautiful companion and new client.

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Saturday, July 15, 2017


A small group of adventurous American soldiers in Iraq at the end of the Gulf War are determined to steal a huge cache of gold reputed to be hidden somewhere near their desert base. Finding a map they believe will take them to the gold, they embark on a journey that leads to unexpected discoveries, enabling them to rise to a heroic challenge that drastically changes their lives. Written by imran (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

I chose this film because I wanted to see the entire catalog of  David. O. Russell. Not familiar with his work see FLIRTING WITH DISATER, SILVERLININGS PLAYBOOK, AMERICAN HUSTLE, and JOY. The common thread with each of those films is the comedic aspect that for me makes each of those films unique and memorable. Some may even also say the blend of actors he used worked well together like in SILVERLININGS PLAYBOOK, AMERICAN HUSTLE, and JOY. Having said that I don’t know what to think of THREE KINGS as I feel it was a film to make a comment about the Gulf War that basically was a wonderment of why were we even over there. Ultimately I like the cast and even the heist aspect of the film, but it just was a bit hard to really believe this could happen and if was indeed a possibility then I must ask why were we really there? So for THREE KINGS I give it 3 stars.

Friday, July 14, 2017


Upon inviting his blonde neighbor in 35 B to taste test his concoctions they began spending more time together. He treated her to street style tacos, chicken and waffles, short ribs, and chilli & jalapeno cornbread. She was a willing participant which he liked easy on the eyes yet the most important thing was that he began to like was her articulate, and honest critique. 
Fortunately she liked everything he had prepared for her, which enhanced his confidence in taking the risk of moving on with this cooking thing. 
One night after he had made her jerk chicken salad sliders she questioned him on what his endgame was. With wide eyes sitting accross from him at the kitchen counter he explained how this was a childhood dream to be a chef in his own restaurant and how losing his job found him out job hunting and he came up on the food truck that served gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches.
Then he told her his plan to get himself entrenched in the business and begin to really live that life. The first step in his plan was to find work in the industry where he could learn as he went. While after work into the wee hours he'd perfect his cooking craft get some sleep and repeat. 
The timing would probably take a matter of months, but he'd give himself three. He knew there were people out there with the same dream, more experience, and probably more of everything than him yet he was game for the challenge. 
So upon going back to the steakhouse to humbly take the dishwasher position he was notified it was filled, but a manager position had just come open and without another word he took it. 
Continuing to meet with his neighbor a few times a week still getting to know eachother into the wee hours of the morning she was becoming a real inspiration to him. Yet her greatest help to him was yet to come as she was yet to share that her day job was in financing.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

MOD MAN #6 Summer

He walked into the studio feeling a little sluggish, definitely not the way he wanted to start the morning. Yet there he was with so much to do, to relax now would make the eight months leading up to this day a loss. “Finish strong", he told himself. He had to resolve a number of issues with his upcoming art event, and it varied from a final cut on a short film, the last brush strokes on art pieces, and the clothes. Oh my, the clothes. So he dug in. Sitting in front of his power Mac, He began to watch the current cut of the short on the 27-inch screen. The flow was impeccable and with a few minor changes to the intro, He felt it would grab the audience and bring them into his world.

At times like this, when he’d get into the zone, He’d think about the journey to the present moment. This time he thought about Summer. It wasn’t any specific thought of her that jumped into his mind. It was more like a mash up of everything from the island resort stay to their trip to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Amongst the backdrop of the good times there was all the hiccups that resulted in their taking the dreaded step of deciding to call it quits. They say all good things come to their appropriate end and just like that, it was over. A few short months after the breakup, He ran into her on the set of a video shoot and they were cordial and all, but there was this look she gave him biting her lip just a little that struck a cord with him. He called her the next day. That was relapse one. 

There was a knock at the sliding glass door to his home studio that looked out onto the crystal blue waters of his pool. Sometimes when working, he would have to close the blinds to keep focus as, Kimberly and Okoye would be out there sunbathing. The knock was Ricardo. He came by to help with the logistics of the art installation and assist in making everything as magical as possible. Seeing him as he slid open the glass door reminded him of the link he had in common with Summer, and now she was back in his head like a catchy hook to a song that won’t go away.

The second relapse with Summer started at a coffee shop. He was getting that afternoon fix and there she was looking as amazing as ever, legs crossed sitting in a corner by herself. He debated whether or not to go over and say hi. It was one of those awkward moments. His resolve was to order his drink and go, leaving it up to her to approach him, real grown up right. He ordered my small iced coffee with room for cream because he enjoyed watching the milk mix with the coffee, as he would slowly pour it in. In that time, standing at the condiments station and not thinking it would be his undoing, Ricardo would walk into the joint recognizing him off the bat. At that point in time, they hadn’t seen each other in years, basically since college. To know Ricardo it was to know his boisterous laugh and his way of talking. He explained to him as they talked, that since college he’d traveled to Europe and Spain, got married, and ended up here working as a curator for another local gallery. They sipped their coffees and continued to talk as his wife, Dawn, had come over with their drinks. Before they left, Ricardo invited Malcolm over for dinner; he told him he’d love seeing his extensive library of art and design books. They agreed, as that sounded really cool. Energized by the chance encounter he saw Summer out of the corner of my eye, looking in his direction. Malcolm watched Ricardo and Dawn walk off and turned toward Summer. She smiled. He stood there as if he was naked, exposed to her alluring capabilities. She still sat off in the corner, slowly sipping her tea while people watching, which was something he never could understand; because he always felt people should be watching her. 

Malcolm walked over, sat down, and talked with her for a bit. She had just signed on with a new modeling agency and was determined to get on a cover of a magazine, which for a model was an important step in creating longevity in the industry.  He looked at his watch. It was 2:45pm. He needed to be back at the studio by 3pm that day. He looked to wrap the conversation up as they were getting along better than expected. The events of the first relapse played in the back of his mind, not yet manifesting itself in his speech or body language. Then she touched his hand that was casually placed on the table between them. He looked into her eyes and all the tender and intimate moments came rushing back like a tsunami. He questioned himself. Was her hold on him that strong? It couldn't be. She broke up with him. He tried to feel hurt. He was the jilted lover, but with the chance of sex with an ex on the table, He played it as if he couldn’t care less. She then informed him she could come over that night if he liked? He said nothing, but reached into his brown Louis Vutton bag and pulled out his extra set of keys, the same keys he once took back from her to hurt her. Now it was to use her. He got up telling her he’d be home at 9pm and not to keep me waiting and walked back to the studio with a confused heart.

Ricardo looked over the film footage, himself feeling the same way about the intro and a few other minor spots. It felt good to be working at this level doing what he undoubtly loved doing, creating. They then moved to look over the actual art pieces hanging from the wall opposite Malcolm’s Mac computers in his home studio. They just looked, for a good few minutes in silence at the work, mentally piecing together the artwork that felt coherent and looked as if it was meant to be together. Ricardo and Malcolm discussed their personal take on the pieces hanging on the wall when he got a call. Figuring it would be a good moment to pause, they took a break. The sunset was gorgeous at that moment so I walked out the sliding glass doors to the pool and patio to think. A cool breeze blew as he looked out at the landscape in front of me, which lead him to think of her again.

As he left his downtown studio a little after nine, he had to be honest. He wondered if she’d already be there waiting on him. He drove the usual route back to his house with that thought on his mind the entire way. He laughed to myself thinking that his move of giving her his keys was a real pimp move. He pulled up into his driveway. Her burgundy camero was parked where she usually would park it. He walked inside to find her looking at some of the changes he’d made to the place since the break. They talked a bit, real surface stuff nothing to deep. He made her a drink, and they continued to talk. He turned on some music while both of them were waiting for the buzz to kick in. They circled each other like a predator does its prey. He’d have to say in this day and time, hooking up with an ex seemed part of the adventure of human life. Much the same as the journey to finding love carried its own unexpected twists. He was sure he loved her when they were in it, but now it was just about revisiting the familiar one more time to get back that feeling so things didn’t seem so lonely. They walked back to his bedroom with the sounds of Coltrane playing over the Bose speakers. They undressed, as if in a doctor’s office feeling a hint of self-consciousness and took to it with a kiss. They, after what seemed like an eternity of fumbling around, fell into that familiar rhythm as she enjoyed herself gyrating on top of him, her opened hands pressed flat against my chest. She then leaned back, arching her back, taking me deeper breathlessly shouting out his name, and trembling. They held each other like before their perspiration co-mingling, her head on his chest, and his arm around her. It felt good, maybe a little too good. Because when she broke the embrace, it felt like the ripping of a bandage from a wound. She got dressed, and she told him that she had a good time. They kissed out of routine and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her place his extra set of keys on the nightstand and she left.

The next morning was a blur, yet it was very significant not that Malcolm was leaving to New York to meet with some interested brokers in a developing script he was working on, but for the realization he was yet to have. Kimberly was going to drop him off at the airport. With everything packed, he reached for his iPhone and Ray Ban sunglasses from the kitchen counter, and it hit him. She had said his name when she came. She in their entire relationship had never said that. Maybe she talked a little dirty, and they even got really kinky, but never did she say his name. And the way she said it oh! he was perplexed as he tried to recount all the times, but this was the first. They got to the airport. Kimberly gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He walked through security trying to get his head around it all, while looking at all the lovely stewardesses wondering if they’d rekindled for a night with an ex to curb the feeling of loneliness. Ultimately, he came to the understanding that its certainly bound to happen in an age where everyone is so controlled by their devices, and that sometimes getting the best out of a person doesn’t come till it’s over. 

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