Hello again! Time for a continued entry from the last one about Greg! Here we go!

EXT - PARK - DAY

Greg sits on a park bench eating an egg salad sandwich. Yes, it is an egg salad sandwich. He has kind of made a mess of it, and some egg is hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Several people pass by while he sits, a woman with a dog, a bicyclist, an old lady feeding grain to a host of following pigeons. Before he finishes, his friend Matt (the helpful best friend, common sense kinda guy) approaches from down the walk. Matt waves.

Greg: Hey man, thanks for coming.

Matt: No problem, but why'd you wanna meet in the park? You never go to the park.

Greg: I don't know, I thought the open space would be nice, no places to hide . . .

Matt: Right . . . what are you afraid I'd just out and scare ya?!

Greg (chuckling nervously): He he, no . . . at least not you. Have a seat, man.

(Matt sits down on the bench opposite Greg and keeps his eyes on his friend. Greg looks back at his sandwich and takes a bite. Awkward silence.)

Matt: So . . . what's up? You wanted to tell me something . . . ?

Greg: Yeah, umm, okay. Umm, you may think I'm crazy when I say this, but . . . just hear me out. Don't laugh.

Matt: Spill it dude, I'm waiting, c'mon.

Greg: Okay, okay . . . my future self has somehow come back through time and is talking to me.

(Matt stares at Greg. A smile slowly creeps on his face, and then he can't help but burst out laughing.)

Greg: Hey, man! I said don't laugh I'm being serious!

Matt (laughing): Are you sure you're not going to say "surprise I fooled you!"

Greg: No, no, this is 100% serious. C'mon, listen.

Matt (controlling the laughter): Okay, I've got it under control. Continue . . .

(Greg checks in with Matt to make sure he's really going to listen. Then continues.)

Greg: Yeah, he . . . well I mean, I, am like popping out of pantries and telling me, myself, things about the future.

Matt: What kind of things? Like when North Korea plans to start a nuclear war?

Greg: No, nothing like that. It's like totally insignificant stuff, like "make sure you brush your teeth this morning or you'll get a cavity" . . . it doesn't make any sense. And it's totally random.

Matt: Huh, that's weird dude. Did he tell you anything true? Like did you listen to yourself and find out that it happened?

Greg: Yeah, that's the creepy thing. Like, the other night, I was doing homework, and he, I mean I, told myself not to worry about finishing it . . . Well, I stayed up all night anyway, get to school, teacher's sick. He was right.

Matt: Well, maybe it's leading to something bigger, maybe he'll tell you something that you really need to hear.

Greg: Maybe.

Matt: So . . . can I meet this future version of yourself, maybe I can hide and he'll come out when he thinks your alone -

Greg: No! No, you can't do that, I said if someone saw both of me together, like time and space would collapse and we would be dead or something. You'll kill me if you do that.

Matt: That kinda sounds like a lie to keep this whole thing a secret . . .

Greg: Well, it's not. Okay, it isn't. It's just what he told me.

Matt(getting up): All right, dude, whatever, but just keep me posted if any other weird things happen.

Greg: Okay as long as you keep a straight face.

Matt: I am your straight man.

(Awkward silence)

Matt: Later.

Greg: Bye.

There we go, another section of this evolving story down! Hope you enjoyed it! We'll see where it takes us when I write more! Stay tuned!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Christopher Walken! And I'm here to write another blog entry . . . bear with me. This next idea I am spawning out is an idea for a screen play, bases on a thought I had one day, and a thought many people probably have. Only not the way they would have it ;). Here we go:

INT - KITCHEN - DAY

Greg sits at the kitchen table hunching over a bowl of Cap'n Crunch while reading the comics in the newspaper. The only sounds are the crunch of the cereal and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Suddenly a knock is heard coming from inside the pantry door. Greg jumps at the sound, scared, then suspicious and creeps to the door with cereal in hand.

INT - PANTRY - DAY

Only darkness behind the door, something moves and the knocking continues sharply. The door suddenly flies open and we are staring at Greg who has fallen to the floor in shock spilling cereal everywhere.

INT - KITCHEN - DAY

Greg is looking up at himself, a slightly older, scruffier version of himself standing in the pantry doorway staring right back.

GREG: Who the - hell are you?!

PANTRY GREG: I'm you, man. I know this may seem a bit odd or freaky. But I'm your future self, come back to warn you of the mistakes you haven't made yet.

GREG: Mom!

FUTURE GREG: Don't let anyone else see me! If they see both of us together, the paradigm of the space-time continueum will collapse and we will both cease to exist.

GREG: This is, umm . . .bad milk, that's what this is . . .

FUTURE GREG: No. But it's related to that, you'll see. That turkey sandwich you were gonna eat for lunch, don't do it. Bad turkey. That's all I can say for now, good luck.

Future Greg drifts backwards into the pantry and pulls the door closed. Greg calls after him -

GREG: Hey, wait! That's it? That's what you had to tell me?

But Future Greg is gone.

INT - GREG's ROOM - NIGHT

Greg sits at his desk looking over some homework, his eyes search the pages as he tries to solve his math homework. A rustle is heard from his closet and Future Greg suddenly appears between the sliding doors. Greg falls out of his chair in shock and his papers fly around the room.

FUTURE GREG: Don't bother with the homework, teacher's gonna be sick tomorrow. You'll have the weekend. Take it easy. Good luck.

Future Greg drifts back into the closet the doors sliding closed with him.

GREG: Hey, you can't just pop in like that! Come back! That's it?! That's all I get from the future?!

Greg's mom hears his shouting and can be heard out in the hall -

GREG'S MOM: Honey, everything OK?

GREG: Uh, yeah Mom. It's nothing! Everything is just . . . fine.

Greg looks at the mess around him, then back at the closet and shakes his head.

That's all I'm writing in this for now! I hope to expand it a bit more, we'll see if it develops!