The Eyes Of A Spectator

While I was walking home tonight, there were no cars in the streets, and no sound or anything. And I was carrying my ankle weights on my shoulder. As I was pondering about some personal things, that are personal, I decided I would work on a script.

I don't have a camera, but I would really like one for my birthday, although, I usually don't get anything on my birthday, but that's a depressing topic, so I won't focus on that.

But I really liked the way the street looked, and I thought to myself, "I really want to write a good script, and direct it, and turn into a really good short movie."

I think I will.