A man was walking home alone late one night when he hears a……. BUMP… BUMP… BUMP… behind him. Walking faster he looks back, and makes out the image of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of the street towards him! BUMP… BUMP… BUMP… Terrified, the man begins to run towards his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind...
Is it weird to want to do just go and get death over with so you won’t have to worry about anything anymore? Or to die so you can just get it over with?
Everyone here has been to a film school of some sort, schools such as New York Film Academy or Los Angeles Film School and here I am just a black kid from south central trying to learn at El Camino. Not really feeling like I’m getting anywhere…
I no longer enjoy throwing the Murphy Awards. This is my last year hosting the event. What I once wanted to do for friends and family has become a source of dismay, anger, and frustration and it goes against the very reason why I started it. I’m announcing it officially at the end of the event.
I’ve never really held family in too high an ideal in my life. I mean they’re okay and all but the thing about family is that we’re a group of people held together by D.N.A. and obviously that doesn’t always work out so well. I mean we do our best but at the end of the day these would otherwise be strangers who I have no interest in spending more than two seconds with. Now...
That moment when you’re walking and then it hits you… You’re all alone and you feel nothing
I need I’d like a therapist!