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Saturday, June 28, 2003

Making Moves with Stevie: The Making of A Short Film Part 1



I have decided, after talking to Steve today (on the left, picture from previous post), that I want to do a short film. He was interested…as a film major should. I said I would write it and gave him one of my premises:

As you all should know, many neighborhoods with working middle-class folks share many of the pitfalls that "maturing" teens face in any other urban center: pregnancy, violence, the urge to hustle, etc. and Hollis, Queens is no different. I see some people I grew up around still doing nothing, but still involved in activities that they participated during their teens.

There was this kid in high school that one of my block mates introduced me to a few years back. I used to see him and sister around while I was growing up, but never spoke to them. But since our introduction, I would bump into him from time to time. At this point I had graduated and was doing my magazine and Internet work (*sniff* miss those days) and was surprised at his interest in what I was doing in my life. Most of the younger Hollis kids were/are enigmas to me and it was probably the same vice versa.

But this promising basketball player, who everyone was pushing to get a scholarship, was speaking to me for options about college and careers. He gave me hope, and I wish I had tried harder to keep in contact with him. It's been maybe two years or so (I think) since I’ve heard from him. I see his younger sister around, who got pregnant really young, and she looks burnt out. I wonder if he made it to college. Last time I spoke to him was his senior year in high school. When I see her I will try to ask her about her brother, even though she may be like who the hell I am.


With that said, you have read the premise of this short I am formulating in my head to write. Wish me lots of inspiration.

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