Irreversible EP by Entertainment Law

Old homeless lady is on the patio of the penthouse suite of a beachside condo. Despite the sweltering afternoon sun beating down, she is bundled up as if she's spending the night on the cold streets of a city. She peers through binoculars towards the beach and gazes at a young woman, early twenties, sunbathing on the sand. The young woman is reading a magazine. It's a scientific periodical featuring an interview or essay by Neil DeGrasse Tyson. The magazine shields her line of sight to a mysterious character floating on the water less than a hundred feet away. It's a young man in a suit sitting in a small folding chair on a yolo board. His skin is solid pink, cartoonish. Suddenly, he begins to sing a song. He's playing a small drum set as he sings and floats in place. His cymbal is a yucca leaf and his drum sticks are also vegetation. Out of nowhere, two twin weener dogs approach the young woman. They tie her to the sand with small ropes. She is probably startled although she doesn't look it. The weener dogs present her with a contract. She is confined in such a position that it would be impossible for her to read the document but some force is compelling her hand to pick up the quill, dip it into a jar of fish blood and sign. The man on the yolo board continues to sing and play the small drum set. The ropes are released and the young woman, still lying on her back, slides across the sand and into the water disappearing into the microwaves. Water is splashing around. It is uncertain what has become of the young woman. Oh, there she is underwater! I think that's her. Is she swimming or is she being propelled by some other force? Finally, she launches like a rocket in slow-motion out of the water onto a yolo board. She's fully clothed in a dress, completely dry and appears to be in a subtle but intensely euphoric state as she paddles around. The weener dog is with her now, aboard the yolo board. It's the essence of the SoCal lifestyle at it's most bewitching. At one point, she goes so far to encounter a floating hot tub full of drunks. However, somehow and for some inexplicable reason, reality begins to waiver and weaken. It is still intact, by and large, but there is some hint of it beginning to flickr or perhaps tumblr away. The water is glowing turquoise now. It's dusk, and she's at a pool party. What's wrong with this picture? People are having fun in the hot tub. The dogs are there. The dogs! Technological breakdown. The dogs are in an elevator. A shower head is spurting out water. The dog leaves the bathroom and is in a room with shag carpet. It's foggy and dark in the room. Light's flickr. The dog now makes out a figure sitting behind a desk. The desk is the only furnishing in the room. The dog thinks it's the old homeless lady sitting behind the desk. There is some word painted on the wall behind her. Yes, it is, in fact, the old homeless lady. Now she reaches out to pick up a quill but her hand is youthful and slender. She dips the quill in the jar of fish blood and writes something on a piece of paper. It's hard to tell but they are the lyrics that the drummer on the yolo board was singing before. She places the page in a paper shredder but shredded meat falls into the wastepaper basket with a plop. Two dead fish are there too. Now the dog looks at the lady but it is the young woman. She is dressed elegantly and she looks back at the dog. The dog doesn't move. The young woman begins to smile at the dog but reality holds still with the picture of her face. The picture of her face is seen on the screen of an iPhone held by a man sitting on the toilet in a dirty truck stop bathroom. He's using Tinder. We can't see his face. He swipes left as he always does, and shits.

Evan Backer ---- Sunday January 4, 2015

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