Caruso and the writers' strike
The following MASTERPIECE is courtesy of Dan Dunkle who graciously allowed me to use it. Thank 
you! (http://www.mainecoastnow.com/republican_journal/columnists/stranger_than_fiction/)
The sun blazes over Miami. People in bathing suits frolic. .......Cut to next scene:
Yellow tape is being placed around the scene. David Caruso shows up driving a Hummer the size of Bill Gate’s guest house.
The audience recoils at the sight of Caruso’s hideous face, pasty and pale and never intended to endure the powerful rays of the Florida sunshine. His face is a roadmap of pain, the audience’s pain.
“What have we got?” he says, taking his sunglasses off.
The other guy from the show says, “White male, in his early 30s, badly decomposed, dropped above the high tide line.”
Caruso sighs and puts his sunglasses back on. “Looks like the tide has turned… to murder.”
The other guy tries to say, “What does that even mean?”
David Caruso takes his sunglasses off. Rubs his eyes. Puts them back on. Takes them off to answer a question. Puts them back on. He takes his sunglasses and…
David Caruso, call your agent!
[ 4:15 AM ] [ Tuesday, November 20, 2007 ] [ Post Comment ]
Strike...
Must applaud the effort, though, nice piece of Fiction-Writing!!
[ Tofogfan ] [ 1:48 PM ] [ Tuesday, November 20, 2007 ] [ Link ]