of creativity

you know that creative people, often think of their creations as children of their mind.... if you've been reading this blog, you'd know something of the writer's mind... marijuana and alcohol certainly affect the mind.... as a taxi driver, your mind is generally in a different place, you're constantly cruising along streets, moving... strangers get in... every single thing that society says to isolate other portions of (the entire world's) society really applies to ALL of society: terrorist, sociopath, villain, criminal, thug and most importantly of all - HYPOCRITE....

as a taxi driver most people are generally ambulists, or 'peatones' people walking around.... you wouldn't have to drive a taxi long to realize that people are selfish, inconsiderate and devilish... they do not think twice about annoying you with their mobile phone calls, make disgusting sounds with their throats.... their very essence vibrates with blood from animals slayed for their consumption and selfishness.... they are the atomic nucleus at the centre of their own individual universe, with a few planets in attendance to their own life: their 'loved ones' - often their wives/husbands/children/best friends, etc

douchebag

a taxi driver sees a vignette of this every single shift and hopes for a customer that will provide intelligent conversation and some interesting insight into their own Life and how it may throw interest in being different to the taxi driver's own insight into life.....

before first driving a taxi in sydney (or anywhere), in 1999, before 9/11, i was an ambulist too, one of these clowns looking to 'do stuff'... for that is what people do, they are constantly 'doing stuff' -- mostly untrue stuff...

anyway, being enrolled in film school university, in 1998, i decided to make a 'first movie'..... this stillborn effort or healthy bouncing baby (you be the judge), was born thus, as a child of a pothead and drunk 22 year old....

i called my movie: 'keith's homecooking bonanza' - after the main character, keith, an anglo (or irish) aussie homosexual and also the famous tv show 'bonanza'....

keith was accompanied in a kitchen by 'willy big doodle' played by an american marine cum aussie -- there was also 'hardcore sally' played by a barwoman at the bar the film was shot at called sally and my buddy alluded to earlier in this blog as 'karl marx'.... there was also an indian 'quickie mart' guy filmed in the quickie mart next to the bar and a rock group consisting of 5 young women....

after making this film, i enjoyed watching it many many times, as it was my own little creation and my brainchild (or stillborn child), here is how the dialog ran:

keith (talking very gayly): hi, welcome to my show, keith's homecooking bonanza, i'm your host krusty keith, and we've got a lovely show planned for you today, i'll be assisted by my gorgeous, hunky assistant, willy big doodle, hi willy! (keith says hi willy in an extremely gay way as he was a very homosexual guy and does a little wave)

{in my notes for this film, i wrote: --willy big doodle (gay/straight?)-- interestingly, after filming, walter, the former marine cum aussie said to me: you know ben, i didn't even know if i was meant to be gay or straight in that movie - so there you go}

willy big doodle: hi krusty keith, it's lovely to be here, so what are we gonna be making today?

keith: today we're gonna to india with a spicy curry, it's going to be scrumptious!

willy big doodle: you mean better than a big white cock up my arse?

keith: (affecting an air of shock) willy! don't say that! anyway, as i was saying, today we'll be going to india

then i spliced in the 5 all-girl rockers sitting on a picnic table after one of their little rock gigs and they said:

why would you cook a meal with curry in it (and more short commentaries like such)

keith: ok willy, (keith is actually noticeably reading his lines from the script i wrote up before filming and gave him), now it seems we don't have any curry

wbd: oh man, what the fuck are we gonna do without any curry?

keith: we'll just have to send hardcore sally down...

wbd: hardcore sally, she's bodacious

keith: where is she, hardcore sally, hardcore sally darling

(at this point hardcore sally is spliced in filmed from a different angle on a different day and from basically where wbd was standing)

hardcore sally: hi guys

wbd: there you are hardcore sally, what's up girl, how you doing?

keith: sally, sally darling, we need more curry, from the quickie mart, in a hurry, please sally please!

hardcore sally: guys, not a problem

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at this point the film continues with the quickie mart guy supposedly talking to hardcore sally although you don't see her, the quickie mart guy is filmed in a quickie mart but then you say my buddy karl marx watching the quickie mart guy (apu) on a tv and he starts yelling at the quickie mart guy and what he is saying.......

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at this point the writer is completely disinterested in the topic and might take it up again later -- the film ran about 10 minutes with song/credits at the end (or 15 mins)