The Nice Kid “Them Dogs”
This is the first issue to a comic I want to write called The Nice Kid.
The Nice Kid
“Them Dogs”
The story starts with the Kid walking down a sidewalk in a metro area in the sunlight (7 PM). He’s wearing black jeans with boots, a white V neck T and wayfarer sunglasses. He is in no hurry or under any sort of stress. We have caught the Kid in a normal every day errand. He nods and waves to a driver who yields the right of way as he crosses the street (he picks his pace to a job as he crosses the street). Two mothers pushing strollers walk towards the Kid taking up the entire sidewalk, the Kid simply steps off the curb to allow them to pass and nods in aknowledgment. The Kid enters a corner store and grabs a bag of sunflower seeds and a fountain drink. As he waits in line to pay for the items we hear a conversation at the register that the customer is 25 cents short. The Kid reaches over the young lady at the counter and places a quarter on the counter “I got that.” he says. Outside the store the Kid starts back the way he came (we can tell its a little darker out now 7:30). we follow the Kid as he starts down an alley the size of a city block. This alley is dirt and calleche with tire tracks in the dust and backs of houses on both sides with green and trees littering it. We see down the alley to the other end where a fast food restaurant sits. We see a young woman park her bike in front and go inside. Just after she leaves we see a young man, 19 ish eye the bike and see its unlocked. He makes his move taking the bike and hopping on. He pedals quickly heading into the alleyway the Kid is walking down. As the Kid sees this develop, he quickly ducks behind a dumpster hiding him from the thief coming towards him. He sets his drink and seeds down on the ground and peeks over the top of the dumpster to see the rider coming down the alley full speed throwing up dust behind him. We see the Kid watching the rider as he crouches ready to pounce. As the rider passes the dumpster the Kid jumps out with his boot chin high. The heel connects with the riders ear which sends him over the bars and the side pitching him violently to the ground as the bike bounces and rattles to a stop. The rider lands on his stomach with his face in the dirt. The Kid jumps on to his back putting a knee into his back and grabbing his hair. He lifts the thief’s head so we can see the young man is dazed and bloodied.
“SO?! You like taking things that aren’t yours? Well so do I! So now I’m taking your things!”
The Kid growls and almost laughs into the thief’s ear while he says this, one hand grabbing his hair, the other reaching into his back pockets and taking his wallet. The Kid sees the thiefs necklace and rips in off from the back, lifting the boy’s head and chest into the air, when the necklace breaks the thief falls back into the dust with a thud.
The Kid collects his drink, seeds and bike and continues down the alley way, walking the bike with one hand holding his items with the other. The thief is still on the ground as the Kid walks away. As the Kid walks by the fast food restaurant he leaves the bike where the girl originally left it. As he walks down the sidewalk the girl comes out and takes her bike never knowing anything happened as we see the Kid about a block away. The girl starts to ride away noticing that one of her wheels seems a bit crooked… As the Kid walks into the dusk we see the necklace hanging out of his back pocket like a bandana.
In the next scene we find the Kid in his small backhouse. He’s surrounded by thrift store furniture, posters and art, books, records and small appliances. (Think my houses, your houses, our friends houses rolled into one small quaint backhouse.) We see him place a record on the turntable, switch on speakers ect ect. He opens the bag of seeds and sits on his small stoop with the door open. It’s now night time and we can really only see as far as the Kids small porchlight shines. he begins to spit seeds as a song begins to play.
“well you got your diamonds and you got your pretty clothes, and the chauffer drives your car you let everybody know. but don’t play with me cause you’ll play with fire. your mother shes an heiress owns a block in st johns wood, your father would be there with her, if he only could. but don’t ya play with me cause you play with fire.”
As the lyrics play, we see various items around his house, and we see him sitting in his backhouse, mostly secluded in the middle of the city.
This is how the issue ends.
This is the monolouge that will run as the story is playing.
“Them Dogs.”
I hear people talking alot ‘bout the differences and similarities ‘tween people and animals. ‘tween men and dogs. The similarities ain’t hard to see. We both have natural needs and wants that we try to satisfy. Food, water, companionship, sex and the will to survive. You hold a dog under water and he’s gonna fight ya, you hold a person underwater they’re gonna fight ya. They’ll both fight ya no matter the odds. Not because they made a conscious decision to fight, but because in that situation that’s what we naturally do. It’s mans ability to fight those natural desires that seperate us from them dogs. The ability to say no to an immediate pleasure for a more positive long term effect. If you want to stop a dog from doing what he wants, it takes a leash, it takes a master. But it seems like alot of people I see out in the street ain’t so concerned with self control or moderation. Seems like they keep chasing sex, violence and highs and keep dumping it into a widening gap inside themselves. I’m not trying to say I’m better then that, or I’m not the same. When I’m tired I wanna sleep. When I’m hungry I wanna eat. And I’ll clamp onto your neck if you try and bite me. I got that barking dog down inside me too. And where dogs got leashes and pounds, us men got jails and police. I know how I’m the same as any old dog, pulling tight on his collar. The difference ‘tween me and them dogs though, is that I got the ability to hold my own leash.
