Work in progress.

A House inspired script. Though I feel that it could be more.

Sarah: Please sir, I need help! Please!

Jack: There are other people out here, ma’am. You’re going to have to wait.

Sarah: I can’t wait! My- my arm, its numb. I can’t feel it-

Jack: Ma’am, someone will be with you shortly. I promise.

Sarah: No! You stay with me! YOU!

Jack: I can’t. I’m sorry.

Sarah: No, no please! Please, please stay. I need someone here with me.

Jack: I- dammit. Hold on. I’ll be right back.

Jack leaves. Sarah remains on the gurney, sobbing. Jack returns with a medical first aid kit.

Jack: Okay, I’m here. Let me take a look at your arm.

Jack takes a look at her arm.

Jack: Broken. Here; this is a pain reliever. Just relax.

Jack injects a clear liquid into her arm. Her head starts to droop. She passes out. Jack stands, and walks over to an EMT.

Jack: We lost her. Get the rest of the patients out of here, then come back for her.

Title Card.

Medical Board #1: We can’t, in good faith, give you your license back.

Jack: Why?

Medical Board #1: Really?

Jack: No, I just like asking questions.

Medical Board #2: I don’t think being sarcastic will help you much here.

Jack: I guess you didn’t hear the part where he said he wasn’t giving me license back.

Medical Board #1: In response to your question, Mr. Kelly-

Jack: Dr. Kelly.

Medical Board #1: Mr. Kelly. In response to your question, we find that the behavior you have exhibited is detrimental to the health and safety of your patients. We, in conclusion, are revoking your license permanently, without the possibility of appeal.

Jack: Can you do that, exactly?

Medical Board #2: Not usually, but we’ve been granted special permission to do so with you. It seems the rest of the medical community is tired of the Gregory House inspired doctor generation.

Jack: Ironically, I take that as a compliment.

Medical Board #1: You’re dismissed, Mr. Kelly.

Jack: And you’re an idiot.

Medical Board #2: Rarely am I happy to see a doctor lose his license, but, in this case, I have never felt more exhilarated, like I just escaped from drowning.

Day!

First year of college is almost over. I've got decent grades (one A, three B's), so I'm not really worried about much academically. I'm not really worried about much of anything, really. I've finally managed to put a lot of things together in my golf game. I've been shooting well the last few times. Its not reflected in my score, but its apparent to anyone whose played golf with me before that I'm a superstar to where I was even two months ago. The turning point was when I had to use another person's clubs instead of my own, which were locked in my truck. I know, I know. Its your truck; where are the keys. Its a long story.

Anyways.

I played very well for most of that day. I had a career high in pars for a nine (four), and I was putting really well. I fell apart near the end, but I'm not really worried. I feel that I am very close to shooting in the seventies, just a few steps away. i think that I need to work on my short irons a bit more, because they've been giving me trouble lately. Its weird, though, because I know that I can do anything I want on the golf course at this point, but because I know this, I occasionally make a bad shot because I get nervous at the implications of it. But its also caused me to become much more dedicated. I played 18 holes every day this weekend, and hit a bucket of golf balls and worked on the putting green each time. I feel better about my game than I ever have.

I've been working out more lately so that I can get in shape for the beach this up coming weekend. Probably should have started earlier, really. But I'm working on it. Hopefully it works it.

So...

So I came to the library intending to study for a test for three hours.

I learned all I needed to know in fifteen minutes.

SWAG

Angry.

I am as angry as I have ever been.

But it doesn't last. Only a flashed preview of what could be. Its always that way. Growing angry for me is difficult. Real anger, that is. Not competitive anger. The angriest I can get is in those flashes, because I am nearly convinced that if those flashes were prolonged, I could conceivably hurt someone very badly.

I feel better now.

Goddamn different people.

I am Jack's burning psyche.

How does one disagree on certain social issues? Abortion, I can understand. The idea makes me uncomfortable, but I support the woman's right to choose what she wants. I even understand stem cell research; I disagree with the people against it wholeheartedly, but I can at least understand the argument.

What I am speaking of is the topic of gay discrimination.

How can we pretend we are this fair and balanced country when we deny people that are no different from us the basic rights we have? How can we pretend to to be the moral high ground and the social rock that other countries look to when we cannot even protect our own citizens from their brethren?

Matthew Shepard was brutally beaten, tortured, robbed, then tied to a fence and left to die, which he eventually did after slipping into a coma. Yet, anti-gay protestors still thought this was the correct course of action.

I mean, what are we going to do when faggots become equal citizens? It'll just be like the coloreds. They'll rise up in social standing, take our place, our jobs, and then what will we be left with? Nothing. Goddamn different people.

We don't need this kind of bullshit discrimination in a country such as ours. We owe it to ourselves to treat everyone as equal. We are past this kind of biological imperative to wipe out competition. We are all one people, and we need to act like before we drive each other so far apart that there will be no turning back.

A spin off?! Ludicrous!

Welcome to the Hunter Bishop spin off blog! I know, I know. A spin off blog before your original blog has even got its feet wet?

Apparently so!

The reason I am making a blog of my own is because there are topics that I want to discuss that are not film related, and thus not really applicable to the production company I am a part of. So, I created Sideways.

Truthfully, I have a previous blog, called HunterBishopBlogs2009, or something of that nature. Its still up, but I have all but abandoned it. If it wasn't for the fact that I have some writing on there that I would like to keep but am too lazy to transfer, I would have deleted it. I feel that I am sort of experienced in the blog world, but not to the degree that I would like. I would like for this blog to be read by many people, and that those people take some sort of joy from it. I write for an emotional release, and people enjoying my writing has always amplified those feelings.

Now, this is just an introduction. My plan is to post every day until I settle into a comfortable rhythm, then scale back the posts. Obviously, Holier Than Thou productions has my full attention, but this blog will also be attended too.

I hope that you enjoy the forthcoming posts!