Porch Sessions by Ben Austin-Docampo - Transcript

Content warning: Depictions of drug and alcohol use.

Page One:

Panel one: A bird’s eye view of Portland, Oregon.  Narration boxes read: 2:16 am, Portland, Oregon.

Panel two: Five figures sit around a porch table smoking and drinking beer.  Two of the figures have a beard, one has long sideburns, and another wears a vest over a striped shirt, and another wears a cap, but we can only see the back of his head.  A narration box reads: Six to ten beers in.

Panel three: Three figures are present, two of them smoking.  One wears a sleeveless shirt, another wears a vest over a striped shirt, and the third wears a cap and a t-shirt that reads, “I love bacon.”  Narration boxes read: The hour is late.  Our heroes have wandered out of the land of lubrication into the valley of pickled minds.  Conversation has become stilted.  And then…

Panel four: A close up of the figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt.  His eyes look askew as he asks, “Who’s got that crank?”

Panel five: A close up of the figure with long sideburns.  He has a quizzical facial expression.  He says, “We don’t have any crank, man.”

Panel six: A close up of the figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt pulling a cigarette out of a Red Apple package with his mouth.  He says, “Yeah, yeah.”

Page two:

Panel one: Lighting the cigarette, the figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt asks, “Got any coke?”  A figure with a full beard looks on serenely.

Panel two: The figure with the long sideburns takes a swig from his beer and says, “Fresh out, I’m afraid.”

Page three:

Panel one: All five figures are seen around the table with beer cans and bottles strewn about.  The figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt is standing up smoking.  He says, “Well… yeah. I guess I better get home.  Those cookie tin ukuleles aren’t going to make themselves.”  A figure with a beard replies, “You make cookie tin ukuleles?”  The figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt responds, “Hell, yeah!”

Panel two: Medium shot of the figure in the cap and “I love bacon” t-shirt.  He holds up his index finger.  He has a wolfish grin as he purports, “I’m an artisan, man.  You’ve got one life to live, gentlemen.  Gotta make it count. Fill your days with worthwhile endeavors or else one day you’ll look back and realize you’re just a bunch of used up drunks on a porch with nothing more than your tattered memories to keep your psyche warm at its coldest nadir.”

Page four:

Panel one: Three figures look on contemplatively and maybe a little worried.  The figure in the vest and striped t-shirt lays draped across the porch table drunkenly with a cigarette in his  mouth and a beer in hand.  

Panel two: A close up of a hand flicking a cigarette butt.  A speech bubble reads, “Well, that’s it for me.”

Panel three: The three figures look on admiringly.  The fourth continues to lay drunkenly across the porch table.  A speech bubble points off panel reading “If you guys get any crank, let me know.  Then we’ll party.”

Panel four: A close up of the figure with a full beard.  He says, “What a badass.”