Hobbies and interests.
A night out with my friends.
I was standing out in the field at about 5:00 am surrounded by my friends. Jack was chomping down on a stogie while Joe was putting a .44 magnum piece of lead into the last remaining piece of unbroken glass on the car that was flipped upside down in the mud. We; Jack, Joe, Sam, Chris, Tom, my dad... others I can't remember offhand, had gotten together earlier that night and killed somebody. It took for fucking ever for him to die. We wanted that car to flip and crash... that would be the end of it, but the damn thing just kept getting away from us. Finally we got it. BOOM, over it went... When the sun was coming up, we watched him struggling to get out of the driver side window and then start walking. Who knows where the fuck he thought he was going, but shit, he was still gushing after two hours... How much blood did he have? I remember him holding his neck, trying to keep the last couple drops inside his body, as he walked away from us. We watched him clinically, staggering and dropping to his knees, then face down. Finally he was dead.
We stopped rolling the camera and got him a new set of clothes, then we all went home.
Originally published May 1st 1997
The Bucks County Underground Film Movement