The Gun Production

(Note: real gun not used)

Have card palmed.

Slightly close your right hand fingers (except the index finger) and insert another card at the far left corner,

in between the palm and card (making the hand resemble a gun). To be noted: right thumb is extended.

Pull on the thumb (loading the gun) and then, in a shooting motion, (with recoil. please, for the name of God, don’t

hold your hand still) close the 3 fingers suddenly, shooting the palmed card out of the hand (you can have this card

be the spectator’s selection.

Fishnet

Note: Just for the fun of it, I will transcribe for you word for word what I originally wrote during the project.

“Draw some fish food on your left hand and tell the spectator that your hand is the fishnet that will be used to

catch ze fishy. Then tell a story about how your father (or whoever) used to fish and what technique he used.

The fish would all attack the food (spring), but he would wait for the big fish (the selection) to come and grab the

bait.

1st method: Spit on card -> selection is the last card.” (I am not shitting you, this is what I wrote).

“2nd method: in-jog previous card, close net (left hand) and grab selection from middle” (apparently, past me

knew how to do this… good for him. good for him.).

“Note: Draw BIG fish on selection (have spectator draw it).”

Well, you heard the guy. Piece of cake. Just spit on it and you’re good to go.

But, now, seriously. Just spring the deck towards your hand,the continuous train of cards keeping the bottom

card on your hand while the rest crumble to pieces (fall on the table).

At one point during the spring, just bring your hand up and grab the card, making it look like it came from the

middle.

3 A.M. – 4,550 words/17 ideas

1 energy drink. Tired.

Yeah, fuck it, I’m going for the second energy drink.

You too think I shouldn’t? Shit. Why do we have to think alike? Well, too late anyway. Already opened it. What?

Sorry. I can’t hear you. I’m gulping down this delicious Burn. Hmm, hmm, it’s almost as if I can’t feel the puke forming

in my stomach. Well, as long as it stays there, we’re on good grounds.

When my friend told me I should have gotten a pee bottle with a bigger opening, I should have gotten a pee

bottle with a bigger opening. Aiming is not something you want to do when you have to sit a day in the same place.

Nevertheless, I succeeded in getting no drops on my pants and evading the humiliation of having peed my pants at

18. Just saying, guys. I dodged a bullet tonight.

Was worried that the food won’t last me throughout the project. Yeah…, hahaha, what a joke. Just looking at

food makes my stomach sick. There’s something about food and energy drinks that just doesn’t get along. And if

you’re also combining a lot of different types of food (junk, chocolate, meat, gum) then you’re really screwed.

…

I’m really screwed, aren’t I? Well, might as well enjoy my puke-free moments as long as I can.

Friend is sleeping over. Had him stay down in the basement until a few moments ago. He said it’s too dark and

cold so he came up. Took him a good couple of hours until he realized that. What did he do until then?

(If Horia’s reading this, sorry man. Should have given you some food before locking you there. I kid, I kid. I don’t.

You know I love you, man.)

Just to clarify things, this basement I’m talking about is actually my family’s first floor apartment (the

apartment I am filming this in is on the 4th floor) which hasn’t been heated up in a while. Gets pretty cold down there

when the rats aren’t scared away by the heat.

Pressure Mouth

(Fan Bamboozaling on YT)

Selection is slightly in-jogged (enough for you to notice it when you fan the deck).

Fan deck then take the top card.

Tell the spectator you’re going to throw the card and catch it in the fan where their card lies at.

Throw card and when it comes down, catch it with your mouth by inhaling fast and sucking the card to your lips.

Proceed to insert the card above or below the selection.

Funny and amazing.

You’ll definitely get her number.

Or his.

Or its.

...

People are weird.

4:0 A.M. - 4,993 words/ 18 ideas

2 energy drinks. Tiredtired.

Creating is going well, I suppose. I’m 6 hours in and the material is showing promise. Don’t know how long the

entire thing will be, somewhere around 5-100 pages probably.

There’s no bowl movement until now, so that’s good, and it’s not showing any signs of possible turbulences in

the future.

I’ll be lying if I told you guys that I was not sleepy. Wait, let me rephrase that. I’ll be lying to you if I told you guys

that I was not SLEEPY. I feel disappointed in myself. I thought I was tougher than this. Let me just lie for a little while.

I’ll just place my head on my arm like this and close my eyes for a little while. It’s just gonna be a little while. Look. I’ll

tap my fingers on the table so that I won’t fall asleep. There’s no way I’ll fall asleep if I tap with my fingers on the

table. Right?

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10:00 A.M.–0 words/0 ideas

Fresher than a lemon pie and pissed off.

Wrong.

You guys do not know the anger I have felt when I woke up this morning realizing that I’ve slept 2 hours face-

planted on my arm in one of the most awkward, but comfortable, positions ever.

Camera stopped filming because it was full and it takes up to an hour to empty it of all the videos, so there was

no point in continuing the project and plus, I was feeling sick from the energy drinks (they’re still crawling in my

stomach as I write this).

So, I thought I should start from scratch. I’m fresh, I’m motivated and I’m pissed. There’s no way I’m failing

this one.

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