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2003-02-23 - 12:33 a.m.
'a short scene from the ife of my alter-ego shad'
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INT. SUBURBAN HOME -BATHROOM - EVENING
Shad stands in front of the mirror with his shirt off. He�s studying himself as if he�s never seen his own face. He has deep, black circles under his eyes. He lifts his hand to touch below the right one to see if it feels as bruised as it
looks.
He glares at the stranger reflected in the mirror and throws a bull-horn hand gesture at himself. He smiles and laughs softly. Soon, though, his laughter explodes into violent, silent sobs.
He collapses onto the cold tile floor, clutching his knees to his chest and rocking. Rocking. This goes on for several long moments.
He�s pulled from his isolated panic by the sound of the doorbell. He lifts his head to the noise, cocks it to the side like a curious puppy and considers ignoring it.
The sound, though, keeps coming. It�s growing more urgent and has begun to sound like bullets being sprayed from a machine gun.
Shad pulls himself up, wiping his eyes with his fists. He lumbers down the stairs to the door.
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