Thick Glasses

Scene One

GREGORY sits down at a table, putting his feet up. He wears a flannel shirt buttoned all the way up and jeans that are rolled halfway up his shin. His glasses are far too big for his face.

Documentor: Can I get you some coffee?

Gregory: What kind?

Documentor: Folgers.

Gregory: Naw.

Documentor: Okay can you state your name for the camera please?

Gregory: Is that digital?

Documentor: Yes.

Gregory: Awe man. You’ve gotta use film, the colors are so much better.

Documentor: Humor me.

Gregory: Yeah, yeah, Gregory Chase.

He reaches down next to him and pulls up a ukulele. He starts strumming absent-mindedly, no real tune coming through.

Gregory: But…

Documentor: What’s that you’re playing?

Gregory: This is Summer, my ukulele. But, hey, I’ve got an idea. You take a bunch of pictures of me, using a Polaroid.

Documentor: What song are you playing?

Gregory: Oh it’s a song by this one band. They’re super indie. But then you take those pictures, and write the words I say on the bottom of ’em. Make a slidesh-

Documentor: What band?

Gregory (looking up at camera): Well, you probably don’t know them.

FREEZE on this image.

TITLE OVER IMAGE: Hipster: the movie you’ve never fucking heard of*

The title stays up for a minute.

TITLE (accompanied by a bell’s ding): *probably