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Women and hot sauce are the only addictions a young portrait artist allows himself to indulge in, but when a karmic ass-kicking slams his booming career to a halt, an old vice creeps in to drag him further into the abyss of addiction.
SYNOPSIS:
This story looks at the subjects of addiction, pop culture, exploitation and sexism (by both genders), purpose and soul-searching. It's written with an air of irony and humor. The protagonist is a care-free and in-demand artist, with a good group of family, friends and clients. The setting is his loft in a busy city art district, with a trip to a quiet, seaside town. I can't tell the third setting without spoiling the ending for potential readers. It's at a fifth draft stage. A few tweaks in either direction could give it a heavy, serious drama feel, or gritty, crazier feel. I think it's the kind of script you could attach a great soundtrack to. If you are interested in learning more about this script or would like a pdf to read, feel free to message me. Cheers :)