I am a writer: movies, books, songs, poetry....whatever. I took a year off to write myself silly. I bought a 5th wheel and moved to the desert. I am the writer of the novel, Sometimes I Forget To Breathe. I am currently working on 3 screenplays, but really focused on revising one in particular: Sooty In The Field. This is my journal to somewhere. Email me at: freshscreenplays@gmail.com
Monday, August 8, 2011
HOARDERS
So, I was watching the cable show, Hoarders tonight. Not really a good show, but I find it kind of interesting at times. There was an elderly lady whose house, of course was a complete train wreck. And as always, the daughter was fed-up, rude and ready to kick her mother's ass - not fully understanding the disability.
Everything the daughter attempted to throw away, the elderly lady would get angry and say: "I can use that" or "I can put that somewhere."
The daughter was pretty much cussing her mother out. She then picked up a rusty old piece of cylinder, and told her mother it was worthless and she was throwing it away. The mother said: "I can stick that somewhere."
The daughter said: "Where?"
The elderly lady said in a calm, nonchalant voice: "Bend over."