INT: HIGH SCHOOL MATH CLASS

            BLUTODICK sits in back corner of math class. RUGBALL walks in takes
            backpack off.

                                RUGBALL
                      Anusrake, where are you gonna go next year?

                                BLUTODICK
                      UCLA probably.

                                RUGBALL
                      Check this place out it's got maid
                      service in the dorms and the cafeteria
                      food is fucking good. My friend and I
                      partied there this weekend. Its fuking
                      tits. And the chicks are insane. You've
                      gotta go.

            INT: BLUTODICK'S HOUSE

            At the dinner table sits. BLUTODICK, BLUTODICK MOM, BLUTODICK DAD. 

                                BLUTODICK MOM
                      Honey, when are applications due for
                      college?

                                BLUTODICK
                      The end of the month.

                                BLUTODICK DAD
                      I still think you should go to L.A. Your
                      uncle went there. 

                                BLUTODICK
                      I was thinking about Weed High.

                                BLUTODICK DAD
                      That's a good school. Mort from the
                      office went there. If you're really
                      interested I could have him give you a
                      call.

            EXT: BEACH PARTY NIGHT TIME

            Around a keg they are having a normal party. BLUTODICK and RUGBALL
            run in different circles but have mutual friends. BLUTODICK sits
            in front of fire with girlfriend VARCHAKY. RUGBALL comes up to
            them. 

                                RUGBALL
                      Did you get in?

                                BLUTODICK
                      Course. Where are you rooming?

                                RUGBALL
                      Fart Wolf Towers.

                                BLUTODICK
                      Me too. 

                                RUGBALL
                      Want to smoke a doobie?

                                BLUTODICK
                      Nah. Don't really touch the stuff.

            BLUTODICK walking along the beach with VARCHAKY. Hand in hand. Both
            anticipating eventual break up going to different schools.
            VARCHAKY is disturbed. 

                                VARCHAKY
                      Your friend told me that I better not
                      hold you back when you leave.

                                BLUTODICK
                      He said what?

                                VARCHAKY
                      I'm scared. Whats going to happen to us?

                                BLUTODICK
                      Baby, I'll visit you and you'll visit me
                      and of course I'll write.

            EXT: DRIVING IN STATION WAGON

            BLUTODICK DAD and BLUTODICK pull up to FART WOLF TOWERS. They unload
            all the shit. BLUTODICK'S roomate SWARKMAN and his friend HAMCROTCH are
            in the room. 

                                SWARKMAN
                      Hello Blutodick's Dad.

                                BLUTODICK DAD
                      Good afternoon. 

                                BLUTODICK
                      Alright dad. Thanks.

                                BLUTODICK DAD
                      You kids try to get in trouble, you hear.

                                SWARKMAN (FAKE LAUGH)
                      We will Blutodick's Dad.

                                BLUTODICK
                      Bye dad.

            Door closes on their dorm room. Freeze frame montage. SWARKMAN
            hits a button. Mechanical noizes as the ceiling drops open
            and mountains of pills fall out. Wall compartment flips open
            and it is lined up with syringes. Pull the sheets off the bed
            and it is piled with weed packages. Fire poles drop from
            cieling and bikini chicks slide down them. (Or up them)
            Little steel warehouse style door rolls up and midgets
            wielding bongs and lighters set everyone up with tokes.


       Gratz meef,
            Reverend Speefnarkle

04.09.2003

  

speef@dreamscan.com