Fast Forward 17 years...
Darkness gives way to lights...as we zoom in on what was once the state of Kentucky...now a part of the highlands of New Appalachia...the outlying knobs are merely swampy little islands that dot the expanse of river widened by flooding from the melting icecaps...
the river has seemed to have taken over much of the landscape...many of the knob islands have become little fiefdoms or family/tribal holdings...while the river is crowded with refugees from the larger coastal cities...
floating trailerparks (built on connected river barges) and huge casino riverboats surround the flooded skyline of old louisville...while many pirates and whitetrash gangs have taken over the buildings that rise out of the waters...
focus in closer on a single casino riverboat...massive in size compared to the current riverboats...containing a large coliseum type structure on the upperdeck where the ultimate fighting entertainment events take place...these riverboats are like las vegas gone wild...sex for sale, gambling and drugs, fighting for money -all presented in a well packaged glossy production by the media mogul and televangelist jerry lee jesus lewis...his motto is that by drawing in the sinners and gaining control of them (through debt, addiction, or contractual obligation) he can help move them towards salvation or speed up their descent to damnation...with the endtimes so close, it's time to choose sides and get down to business...so when drawing out these casino riverboats, go as extreme and glossy as possible...consider the darkest side of las vegas mixed with the glossy side of mtv/disney/hollywood...pushing as many boundaries as "reality tv" might attempt in the future...(for example, these ultimate fighting events will be to the death)
focus in closer on a whitetrash gang speeding away on their swamp runner type boat towards the gang hideout on an outlying knob/island...introduce the character honey surrounded by a group of rednecks...she is obviously the girlfriend of the ringleader...and seems angry/fighting with him...as they hit shore, the boyfriend/gangleader drags honey to a spot near the trailers and outhouse...they argue in the darkness...maybe silhouette's mostly...the gang watches from their circle around a bonfire...
"you fuckin' bitch!" john yelled as he pushed Honey into the side of the outhouse. Slam! She felt her breath escape and her fear rise as her bullshit asshole boyfriend leaned back and started cutting up with his asshole friends. "fuck you John!" she cried.
"awww, is my little honey upset? maybe she'll think again before trying to leave our gang. You know ya'll be in this shit 4 life!" John made some stupid gang sign and chugged a beer. "how we gonna keep her this time john?" a cronie yelled out. "yeah! we gonna hav' to tie her down!" HOney's mind was racing, her face still sore from the last time john got drunk and pissed. She needed to get out once and for all. and she needed to do it without getting killed. "i'm gonna put her with her friends, lock her up in the outhouse boys, let her swim with the turds and think hard about trying to get out."
"let the assholes laugh" she thought, as soon as they get drunk and passout i'm outta here. Several toothless and stenchridden gang members grabbed her and yanked open the outhouse door. John stood up and yelled,"maybe we should have a nice little quickie before you get all messed up. ha!" He pushed the gang members out of the way and shoved honey into the outhouse, forgetting to lock the door behind him. "this is it, she thought, i will only haveone more chance, and even if i don't make it, nothing can be worse than this piece of shit. John was babbling incoherantly about how he was gonna give it to her, and remind her how good of a man he was, and all that shit. As he turned to loosen his belt, she smacked him flush in the face. SMACK!! John's nose gushed blood. AHHHGGGH he screamed. "you bitch!" Thump! Honey felt a blunt smack across her face, as john threw blind punches at her. Enraged, John lifts her up and stuffs her down through the toilet opening down into the shit pit below.
She falls into the outhouse cesspool with a splash...the shit and filth stinging her eyes and causing her to gag and retch while trying to keep her head above the surface and grasping for some way out. "get you it together girl!" she thought. finding the sides of the cesspool...she hears the outhouse door slam shut above as john walks back to his circle of rowdy gangmembers to enjoy some drinking & laughing...the sides of the dark, dank cell she has been imprisoned in are slippery and provide no real traction to get ahold of...she struggles to dig her fingers into the soft muddy walls...
hours pass by...and the gang slowly fades out from too much alcohol...while honey continues her struggle to climb out of her prison cell of shit...eventually digging and clawing her way beneath the walls of the outhouse and crawling up to the surface...pushing herself to overcome any obstacle in her path has been the one character trait that has allowed her to survive for so long without any family ties in this violent backcountry swamp...she tiptoes over the passed out bodies of the gangmembers and enters the main trailer to clean up and gather some of her things...the tiny bathroom of the trailer is so bright and white compared to her filth...she washes her face and stares into the mirror...she thinks: "i've never felt so alive as i do now...emerging from that hell pit...as if the struggle has made me more powerful...aware that i can overcome any obstacle...no matter what boundary is placed around me...no matter who tries to hold me down...i can be free..." Suddenly, john stumbles into the bathroom door bumping into honey...as he peeks in, wondering in his drunken stupor who this dark mess is in his bathroom..."who? what the hell?"...honey picks up the porcelain cover on the back of the toilet and crashes it down on his head...john slumps to the floor facefirst...and honey grabs his pistol(glock) tucked into the back of his pants waistband..."don't think you'll be needing this"...she runs out into the woods, leaping over groggy gangmembers who heard the crash and are slowly stirring to check on who fell...
Out into the woods...Running full speed in the dark with no shoes covered in muck, yet with a smile on her face. "i did it, never again will that mutherfucker fuck with me."
It seemed like she was running for hours, and realized that there was nowhere to go. Just as she was about to slow down she could hear the gangs cycles and ATV's in the distance. Oh my God! he's still alive! She saw in the distance a strange building, with a small garage to the right. A light was on at this late hour...she thinks to herself, "I need to steal a car and get outta...get to the other side of this inbred island..." (at a later point in the story...when we have the fight between lao tzu and the whitetrash gang...it should be revealed that uncle jesse/bocephus are members of this clan that holds the island...jesse talks in disdain about his family...revealing that many of them have forgotten their civilized ways and ethical codes...don't even act like brothers, always thievin' and fightin')
"This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me--
A place where none appeared." - john of the cross "dark night treatise"
From honey's point of view (peering through the grimey window of the garage)....we shift perspective to the interior...and Jah talking to an unseen person...just his feet poke out from beneath the vehicle which is being worked on...
The Whitetrash Dalai Lama is revealed:
Image - View of the inside of one of the trailers/garages. The epitome of White Trash. Internet TV with image of Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis Show. A stoner (back of dreadlocked head of Jah, Bo’s sidekick and best friend) playing video games via holographic images amidst a mess of plastic soda bottles (Mountain Goo) and rolled cigarettes, on ugly couch.
Jah - speaking to a pair of legs under suped-up lifted monster truck being worked on by Bo, the main character. “ ‘ey Hanumon (Jah calls Bo ‘hanumon or ‘mon - because of the monkey God), you should be in that fight.”
Sound Bite from ITV playing overhead - announcement from Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis seeking out an American defender to fight Lukang, hero of the Chinese Government, the choice for the new Dalai Lama, the top ultimate fighter in the world, Ancient fighting division, to settle once and for all who should hold the title of the superpower of the world. Only on the Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis Show Pay-Per View download. “Just as the Yin must rise to overpower the Yang and the Yang strikes out again from the darkness to penetrate the Yin, the cycle repeats itself. So get your ITV’s ready for the cosmic dance and battle of two great giants of unarmed combat. Who will be the yang that can challege the cold darkness of the champion Lukang. Is there any out there that can rise to this occasion. Send a application or come down to Sodom and Gommorrah (the name of the twin casino/arena boat) to sing up and face your destiny.”
Jah - "destiny, eh mon, I feel like this jamacian son gonna be dancing wit da C-weed. Gonna hav ta roll up a cone for dat holy roller, you know what I be getting’ at Bo?”
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Image - View of front of Bo’s truck which is built from the lead car in the Kings Island roller coaster “the beast”, put together like a monster truck with a moonshine still as the fuel source. Bo is still under the truck. Jah is preparing to roll a C-Weed (mutated weed from what remains of jamaca) cone-rolled joint.
Text:
Bo -“hey if I know what your thinking, we should wait until uncle comes by, cause he won’t really like us smoking and working.”
Jah - “shit hanumon, old Tzu probably smoked from the first plant. Dat man be older than God.”
Bo- “anyway, I’ve got a better idea, let’s take a road trip when I get the beast rolling again, Uncle Lao says he has an old friend that lives down in mexico...I'm almost eighteen and on my own...we can have a peek at what that place is like with the indian revolutionaries firmly in control...and I want to check out some shamanistic practices that Uncle Jesse is always spoutin about when he tells a good story about my pops... You know astral projection, summoning archetypes, lucid dreaming, the old casteneda stuff.”
Jah - “mexico, eh hanumon, well I can say they still have some good pressed, rolled up in a newspaper for about the same price as a peyote coffee (peyote coffee became the drink of choice after the Indian Revolution). Plus I can see the old man cold chillin in da foam club, LIT’s and all, (laughs).
Bo - "Uncle lao says we’re a little short on dough, though.”
Jah - “that’s allright mon, Mexico would be nice, Oaxaca, Acapulco, the Yucatan, all those great green places. But in the mean time, why don’t you put some of that genius IQ into my tobacco box and we can make some bread and still have something to put in our peace pipe for the trip. It’ll make all that dreaming and shaman scheming all the better.”
Image 2 - Jah’s schematics for a closet weed box
Jah - with the price of tobacco on da market today we can be pullin some real cash, mon.”
Bo - but if you have more than 4 plants it’s a federal crime, and the ATFBI will bust us for sure, seeing as they check up on everybody nowadays.”
Jah - "that’s why it be in stealth mode mon, we got to think of a crazy hiding place or camo or something, hide it right under there noses, aren't there some caves on this property?"
Bo - actually there's a cave entrance right under the..."
Suddenly there is a loud banging at the door, police style,
Jah - "who the hell is that?" obviously, bo never heard the banging at the door lying beneath truck...and continues describing the cave...
Bo - "i've only been a little ways into it...but it seems to go on forever...deep and dark...might even connect up with the ol' mammoth cave system...but funny cause i always wondered where the cool air in the house came from...and the meditation room was always the coolest....but don't tell anyone, cause i'm thinking it's one of those crazy uncles' secrets..."
Jah quickly and stealthily hides his stash and covers up the still in one crazy motion of speed and dexterity (first glimpse of kung fu training)
Jah opens the door, but stands behind it so that he won’t be seen...as honey bursts in she looks around...notices the feet sticking out from under the monster truck while jah slips out behind her and covers the entranceway...
Jah - "who you? and what that nasty smell?"
Honey - pulls her gun out of the waistband..."alright you crazy rasta...i'm gettin' outta here one way or another...i need to borrow that truck"
Jah - "then you'll have to ask the guy who built it" jah motions to the feet sticking out...(continues allusion to "right where you are standing now"/ it's in your boots)
suddenly they both hear the gang roaring up in their trucks...
Jah- "who's that? your friends or enemies?"
Honey - "enemies now...we gotta get outta here or we'll all end up dead..."
Suddenly bo pops up between Jah and Honey...
Bo - "how many of them? i haven't done any sparring in a couple of days"
Jah - "i'll go get some back up...too much c-weed for me to be fighting" he splits off into the jungle...
Honey - "I'm not joking...these guys will kill us if you don't start that truck up" she points her gun towards him to make her point...and immediately he sweeps in a circle to her side...blink of an eye movement of ba gua circle walking...then lies down on the garage rollerboard and rolls under the truck...
Bo - from beneath the truck "well we can't go anywhere til i finish changing the oil...hand me that wrench so i can put the plug back in"...he rolls back out with hand raised pointing at the wrench near her...
Honey - awed by his fluid movements, thoughtlessly hands him her pistol...
Bo - "the wrench, the wrench ...what am i gonna do with this?" as honey turns and grabs the wrench, the gang bursts in the door...she begins to swing the wrench at john but he grabs her wrist and slams it agains the truck with wrench falling and landing next to bo...bo retrieves wrench and begins swiftly putting the plug into place...
john slams honey to the ground...bo slides out beneath john...smiles up at him..."welcome to my garage...you ready for a tuneup?"
fight ensues between bo and multiple attackers...see jet li's "fist of legend" opening scene for some good joint dislocations that can be applied to these attackers...throughout fight bo continues oil change as he pours the cans into funnel...sweeps honey (groggy from the fight) and places her into the truck cab and races out...leaving the gang battered and beaten...
Next: the ride home after a wild night out...
the river has seemed to have taken over much of the landscape...many of the knob islands have become little fiefdoms or family/tribal holdings...while the river is crowded with refugees from the larger coastal cities...
floating trailerparks (built on connected river barges) and huge casino riverboats surround the flooded skyline of old louisville...while many pirates and whitetrash gangs have taken over the buildings that rise out of the waters...
focus in closer on a single casino riverboat...massive in size compared to the current riverboats...containing a large coliseum type structure on the upperdeck where the ultimate fighting entertainment events take place...these riverboats are like las vegas gone wild...sex for sale, gambling and drugs, fighting for money -all presented in a well packaged glossy production by the media mogul and televangelist jerry lee jesus lewis...his motto is that by drawing in the sinners and gaining control of them (through debt, addiction, or contractual obligation) he can help move them towards salvation or speed up their descent to damnation...with the endtimes so close, it's time to choose sides and get down to business...so when drawing out these casino riverboats, go as extreme and glossy as possible...consider the darkest side of las vegas mixed with the glossy side of mtv/disney/hollywood...pushing as many boundaries as "reality tv" might attempt in the future...(for example, these ultimate fighting events will be to the death)
focus in closer on a whitetrash gang speeding away on their swamp runner type boat towards the gang hideout on an outlying knob/island...introduce the character honey surrounded by a group of rednecks...she is obviously the girlfriend of the ringleader...and seems angry/fighting with him...as they hit shore, the boyfriend/gangleader drags honey to a spot near the trailers and outhouse...they argue in the darkness...maybe silhouette's mostly...the gang watches from their circle around a bonfire...
"you fuckin' bitch!" john yelled as he pushed Honey into the side of the outhouse. Slam! She felt her breath escape and her fear rise as her bullshit asshole boyfriend leaned back and started cutting up with his asshole friends. "fuck you John!" she cried.
"awww, is my little honey upset? maybe she'll think again before trying to leave our gang. You know ya'll be in this shit 4 life!" John made some stupid gang sign and chugged a beer. "how we gonna keep her this time john?" a cronie yelled out. "yeah! we gonna hav' to tie her down!" HOney's mind was racing, her face still sore from the last time john got drunk and pissed. She needed to get out once and for all. and she needed to do it without getting killed. "i'm gonna put her with her friends, lock her up in the outhouse boys, let her swim with the turds and think hard about trying to get out."
"let the assholes laugh" she thought, as soon as they get drunk and passout i'm outta here. Several toothless and stenchridden gang members grabbed her and yanked open the outhouse door. John stood up and yelled,"maybe we should have a nice little quickie before you get all messed up. ha!" He pushed the gang members out of the way and shoved honey into the outhouse, forgetting to lock the door behind him. "this is it, she thought, i will only haveone more chance, and even if i don't make it, nothing can be worse than this piece of shit. John was babbling incoherantly about how he was gonna give it to her, and remind her how good of a man he was, and all that shit. As he turned to loosen his belt, she smacked him flush in the face. SMACK!! John's nose gushed blood. AHHHGGGH he screamed. "you bitch!" Thump! Honey felt a blunt smack across her face, as john threw blind punches at her. Enraged, John lifts her up and stuffs her down through the toilet opening down into the shit pit below.
She falls into the outhouse cesspool with a splash...the shit and filth stinging her eyes and causing her to gag and retch while trying to keep her head above the surface and grasping for some way out. "get you it together girl!" she thought. finding the sides of the cesspool...she hears the outhouse door slam shut above as john walks back to his circle of rowdy gangmembers to enjoy some drinking & laughing...the sides of the dark, dank cell she has been imprisoned in are slippery and provide no real traction to get ahold of...she struggles to dig her fingers into the soft muddy walls...
hours pass by...and the gang slowly fades out from too much alcohol...while honey continues her struggle to climb out of her prison cell of shit...eventually digging and clawing her way beneath the walls of the outhouse and crawling up to the surface...pushing herself to overcome any obstacle in her path has been the one character trait that has allowed her to survive for so long without any family ties in this violent backcountry swamp...she tiptoes over the passed out bodies of the gangmembers and enters the main trailer to clean up and gather some of her things...the tiny bathroom of the trailer is so bright and white compared to her filth...she washes her face and stares into the mirror...she thinks: "i've never felt so alive as i do now...emerging from that hell pit...as if the struggle has made me more powerful...aware that i can overcome any obstacle...no matter what boundary is placed around me...no matter who tries to hold me down...i can be free..." Suddenly, john stumbles into the bathroom door bumping into honey...as he peeks in, wondering in his drunken stupor who this dark mess is in his bathroom..."who? what the hell?"...honey picks up the porcelain cover on the back of the toilet and crashes it down on his head...john slumps to the floor facefirst...and honey grabs his pistol(glock) tucked into the back of his pants waistband..."don't think you'll be needing this"...she runs out into the woods, leaping over groggy gangmembers who heard the crash and are slowly stirring to check on who fell...
Out into the woods...Running full speed in the dark with no shoes covered in muck, yet with a smile on her face. "i did it, never again will that mutherfucker fuck with me."
It seemed like she was running for hours, and realized that there was nowhere to go. Just as she was about to slow down she could hear the gangs cycles and ATV's in the distance. Oh my God! he's still alive! She saw in the distance a strange building, with a small garage to the right. A light was on at this late hour...she thinks to herself, "I need to steal a car and get outta...get to the other side of this inbred island..." (at a later point in the story...when we have the fight between lao tzu and the whitetrash gang...it should be revealed that uncle jesse/bocephus are members of this clan that holds the island...jesse talks in disdain about his family...revealing that many of them have forgotten their civilized ways and ethical codes...don't even act like brothers, always thievin' and fightin')
"This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me--
A place where none appeared." - john of the cross "dark night treatise"
From honey's point of view (peering through the grimey window of the garage)....we shift perspective to the interior...and Jah talking to an unseen person...just his feet poke out from beneath the vehicle which is being worked on...
The Whitetrash Dalai Lama is revealed:
Image - View of the inside of one of the trailers/garages. The epitome of White Trash. Internet TV with image of Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis Show. A stoner (back of dreadlocked head of Jah, Bo’s sidekick and best friend) playing video games via holographic images amidst a mess of plastic soda bottles (Mountain Goo) and rolled cigarettes, on ugly couch.
Jah - speaking to a pair of legs under suped-up lifted monster truck being worked on by Bo, the main character. “ ‘ey Hanumon (Jah calls Bo ‘hanumon or ‘mon - because of the monkey God), you should be in that fight.”
Sound Bite from ITV playing overhead - announcement from Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis seeking out an American defender to fight Lukang, hero of the Chinese Government, the choice for the new Dalai Lama, the top ultimate fighter in the world, Ancient fighting division, to settle once and for all who should hold the title of the superpower of the world. Only on the Jerry Lee Jesus Lewis Show Pay-Per View download. “Just as the Yin must rise to overpower the Yang and the Yang strikes out again from the darkness to penetrate the Yin, the cycle repeats itself. So get your ITV’s ready for the cosmic dance and battle of two great giants of unarmed combat. Who will be the yang that can challege the cold darkness of the champion Lukang. Is there any out there that can rise to this occasion. Send a application or come down to Sodom and Gommorrah (the name of the twin casino/arena boat) to sing up and face your destiny.”
Jah - "destiny, eh mon, I feel like this jamacian son gonna be dancing wit da C-weed. Gonna hav ta roll up a cone for dat holy roller, you know what I be getting’ at Bo?”
Page 4:
Image - View of front of Bo’s truck which is built from the lead car in the Kings Island roller coaster “the beast”, put together like a monster truck with a moonshine still as the fuel source. Bo is still under the truck. Jah is preparing to roll a C-Weed (mutated weed from what remains of jamaca) cone-rolled joint.
Text:
Bo -“hey if I know what your thinking, we should wait until uncle comes by, cause he won’t really like us smoking and working.”
Jah - “shit hanumon, old Tzu probably smoked from the first plant. Dat man be older than God.”
Bo- “anyway, I’ve got a better idea, let’s take a road trip when I get the beast rolling again, Uncle Lao says he has an old friend that lives down in mexico...I'm almost eighteen and on my own...we can have a peek at what that place is like with the indian revolutionaries firmly in control...and I want to check out some shamanistic practices that Uncle Jesse is always spoutin about when he tells a good story about my pops... You know astral projection, summoning archetypes, lucid dreaming, the old casteneda stuff.”
Jah - “mexico, eh hanumon, well I can say they still have some good pressed, rolled up in a newspaper for about the same price as a peyote coffee (peyote coffee became the drink of choice after the Indian Revolution). Plus I can see the old man cold chillin in da foam club, LIT’s and all, (laughs).
Bo - "Uncle lao says we’re a little short on dough, though.”
Jah - “that’s allright mon, Mexico would be nice, Oaxaca, Acapulco, the Yucatan, all those great green places. But in the mean time, why don’t you put some of that genius IQ into my tobacco box and we can make some bread and still have something to put in our peace pipe for the trip. It’ll make all that dreaming and shaman scheming all the better.”
Image 2 - Jah’s schematics for a closet weed box
Jah - with the price of tobacco on da market today we can be pullin some real cash, mon.”
Bo - but if you have more than 4 plants it’s a federal crime, and the ATFBI will bust us for sure, seeing as they check up on everybody nowadays.”
Jah - "that’s why it be in stealth mode mon, we got to think of a crazy hiding place or camo or something, hide it right under there noses, aren't there some caves on this property?"
Bo - actually there's a cave entrance right under the..."
Suddenly there is a loud banging at the door, police style,
Jah - "who the hell is that?" obviously, bo never heard the banging at the door lying beneath truck...and continues describing the cave...
Bo - "i've only been a little ways into it...but it seems to go on forever...deep and dark...might even connect up with the ol' mammoth cave system...but funny cause i always wondered where the cool air in the house came from...and the meditation room was always the coolest....but don't tell anyone, cause i'm thinking it's one of those crazy uncles' secrets..."
Jah quickly and stealthily hides his stash and covers up the still in one crazy motion of speed and dexterity (first glimpse of kung fu training)
Jah opens the door, but stands behind it so that he won’t be seen...as honey bursts in she looks around...notices the feet sticking out from under the monster truck while jah slips out behind her and covers the entranceway...
Jah - "who you? and what that nasty smell?"
Honey - pulls her gun out of the waistband..."alright you crazy rasta...i'm gettin' outta here one way or another...i need to borrow that truck"
Jah - "then you'll have to ask the guy who built it" jah motions to the feet sticking out...(continues allusion to "right where you are standing now"/ it's in your boots)
suddenly they both hear the gang roaring up in their trucks...
Jah- "who's that? your friends or enemies?"
Honey - "enemies now...we gotta get outta here or we'll all end up dead..."
Suddenly bo pops up between Jah and Honey...
Bo - "how many of them? i haven't done any sparring in a couple of days"
Jah - "i'll go get some back up...too much c-weed for me to be fighting" he splits off into the jungle...
Honey - "I'm not joking...these guys will kill us if you don't start that truck up" she points her gun towards him to make her point...and immediately he sweeps in a circle to her side...blink of an eye movement of ba gua circle walking...then lies down on the garage rollerboard and rolls under the truck...
Bo - from beneath the truck "well we can't go anywhere til i finish changing the oil...hand me that wrench so i can put the plug back in"...he rolls back out with hand raised pointing at the wrench near her...
Honey - awed by his fluid movements, thoughtlessly hands him her pistol...
Bo - "the wrench, the wrench ...what am i gonna do with this?" as honey turns and grabs the wrench, the gang bursts in the door...she begins to swing the wrench at john but he grabs her wrist and slams it agains the truck with wrench falling and landing next to bo...bo retrieves wrench and begins swiftly putting the plug into place...
john slams honey to the ground...bo slides out beneath john...smiles up at him..."welcome to my garage...you ready for a tuneup?"
fight ensues between bo and multiple attackers...see jet li's "fist of legend" opening scene for some good joint dislocations that can be applied to these attackers...throughout fight bo continues oil change as he pours the cans into funnel...sweeps honey (groggy from the fight) and places her into the truck cab and races out...leaving the gang battered and beaten...
Next: the ride home after a wild night out...