Two.

The Screen goes black.

We arrive at the back of the doctor's office where it becomes a crazy mezzazine of papers and white trench coats.  The fax machine beeps and spits out the two documents facing down as the nurse lets out a small "hmm" and puts the documents in a folder.  She walks through the insanity of doctors pacing about with a calm but professional walk through the hallway, she finally approach to the door and slightly knocks as she enters.  

"Doctor, this is for you"

"Thank you" the doctor replied as he grabs it and starts to look it over.  He tilts his head and tells the guy to stay still on the chair that's placed directly across from him.  "I'll be right back,"

The guy replies "And I'll still be right here,"

The doctor makes his way to the waiting room door and goes through it while his eyes are searching for someone that may look like his client, so he hestitantly says "Mr or Ms. Wilkins?  Any one here for Wilkins?" and a lady in her mid 40's with a bit of a belly at the back of the waiting room gets up from her seat in an unsure manner, with her body slowly rising as if she's unsure if she's called for.

"Ms. Wilkins, your son is not cooperating with us and it appears he has a long list of criminal history and if he doesn't cooperate with us, there's nothing we can do but let the authorities arrest and charge him for obstruction of a criminal investigation."

The lady's facial expression tenses up and she lets in a big terror sigh

"He also appears to show Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Narcisstic Personaly disorder and I also hint a slight indication for ADHD and I would prefer for him to be sent in for a psychtriatric evaluation and we need more information from you"

With a thick spanish accent, the lady responds "My son is 10"

"What do you mean?  On the record here it states he's 24" the doctor asks with a confusion, "Isn't your last name Wilkins?"

"Yes, yes"  the lady responds "W-I-L-K-E-N-S"

"Ah Shit, don't worry about it, I got you mixed up with someone else, you can go ahead and have a seat.  Is there anyone here for John Wilkins, W-I-L-K-I-N-S?!" 

The lady gets up again, "Ma'am, not you!" the doctor shouts.  "Wilkins?"  No response...

One.

The soft summer night is poured with the summer rain along the country highway. A police car sits across the racetrack board in Williamson, New York, pointing toward the westbound traffic. An officer sits quietly with the radio jabbering in the background and the right finger on the trigger of the radar gun. The gun lets off a Beep, officer mutters to himself, "No, still good." The small car drives by itself on the two lane highway, as soon as it passed the police car, the car brake lights let off this glowing flare. Along came a scrreching sound, along came the sound of the door being opened and shut. The passenger starts running toward the police car with his arms swinging in the air against the heavy rain. The screaming sounds come from his mouth while the officer lets the base know "there's an individual approaching my vehicle base. Stand by."

The officer rolls down his electronic window, the electronic comfort behind the crazy weather as the guy approached his car in a hysterical but fatigued look. "Officer! I'm sorry, I don't mean to alarm you, I'm not armed or anything, I need you to see this!"

The hatcback of the driver's car pops open, we cannot see what's inside but we can see the reaction of the officer's face. He holds still and calls for back up through the radio. The driver of the other car looks into the hatchback with a look on his face.

The start of all of this.

I didn't realize it would take so many steps to create a blog. "Enter your blog name:" "What is your blog name?" "Do you really want to use this blogger?" "Do you like the idea of bailing out banks before you start your blog?"

Generally, I've blogged before and I stopped soon after it became a media frenzy where every friend of yours become addicted to sitting behind the computer and writing about every single little details of their lives. I thought I'd blog in a different approach. This approach in which you'll rarely see, is a unusual blog/vent and/or ideas that would be posted. The rest of the blog would just simply be a story line that I want to get reader feedback on.

This story, is intended (based on how many approvals or interest) would probably be adapted into some kind of movie flick. Something where I would have to go to the local retail shop and buy a cheap camera and shout "action!" toward random strangers, just to see if they can create a scene and make a movie out of it.

Anyways, please allow me to put one simple vent/political point of view. It's about the bail out and the current economic state. Yes, we're hitting these financial road by having our government saving these corporations, mainly banks from their bad debts. Yet, the rest of the Americans are suffering.

So, in a simpler analogy, would you hire an accountant to do your taxes if he or she made several mistakes along the way? In the same retrospect, the government is giving the money to the banks that made their own bad judgement with buying and/or selling bad mortgages. How can you trust the very same "accountant" to be sure they don't make the same mistake twice? If I personally made a mistake by overdrawing money from my bank account, I pay these fees and I have to be responsible for these actions.

The whole idea of putting money into "main street" is done by bailing out banks? It will not trickle down to the consumers, I'm sorry but it just allows the rich get richer and stay rich while the poor has to beg for money from strangers and still don't get bailed out. If you really want the funds to help the general population of Americans, simply set up your local IRS office to distribute the funds for those who come in and claim their worth. For example, under this so called hypothetical plan, you'd go into the IRS office, declare your identity, show your taxes, prove you're struggling, and your worth is based on a sliding scale, if you struggle the most, the more money you get, but if you own a house, own a car, have 4 kids, have a stable job, then the funds would be less. Those money will trickle back into the bank in the idea of people deciding what they want to do with the money that they get, they can choose to save it, or buy stocks, or buy items from the store, it will still end up in one of those banks and they will still profit from the money you put in their bank.

I'm just a big advocate for the little guy. Now onto my story line.