The Story of the Red Pick Up

Later: I am out again with Alicia pick up coffee. It is around 5pm. I am telling her the story of the Red Pick Up, before it is complete. I decide to show her the pick up. We drive by the house. She sees the NRA pick up.

"It's perfect," she cries.

"Well, it's not that one, it's the other one over there."

"The big one?"

"Yeah."

"That doesn't look right."

Who is this 19 year old to undermine me? She doesn't know anything. Who am I kidding, she's right on. We can't use the painting truck.

"You aren't even in film school, what do you know?"

"Fuck you."

We drive off. I tell her of the red chevy.

"Why don't you call him back?"

She's right again. Dammit. I call the guy back. He apologizes for not getting back to me. He gives me his brothers phone number. I call the brother. His name is Luis.

"I got your number from your brother, you own the red chevy for sale?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we're looking to have someone drive it tomorrow morning for a couple of hours for a film shoot. We want to shoot it picking up a hitch hiker and then put the camera in the back of the truck and shoot the hitch hiker riding in the car."

"Well, I have to see if the truck runs, but yeah, I'll do it."

He call me back at 7pm - the truck runs. He'll meet us. Perfect. I will make movies. I will succeed. I am the best.