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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.
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 :)