Chapter 1 Coming soon...

{The cameras open up in the bitter cold that is Calgary Alberta Canada. The trees have blanketed with a fresh snow fall and that’s pesky white stuff continues to fall in jumbo flake form. The cameras pan to a huge house with a front deck that extends around the side and to the back, on the from porch sits a man. His long hair slicked back, his house coat wide open with his pink and grey boxers barely leaving anything to the imagination. He his also in a white wife beater and a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers sipping on a coffee. The cameras approach as a woman walks out, sporting a baggy black hoodie, a pair of legging and a towel that she is using to dry her hair.}

Jamie Mackenzie-Kruise: Did you Seriously Steal my housecoat and slippers?

Tristan Kruise: Steal is such a harsh word. Borrowed with the intent of returning when they where dirty is so much better.

Jamie Mackenzie-Kruise: You’re lucking I love you.

{Suddenly she punches him in the balls and he doubles over in pain.}

Jamie Mackenzie-Kruise: You can take my shit, but never fuck with a girls coffee.
{the mug suddenly raises up with a soft squeal and she smiles and grabs it. She pats him on the back and skips off back into the house. Tristan sits up and grabs his junk in pain. The cameras pan and you see an Asian couple walk by in full parka. Tristan smiles and waves as they shuffle on. He rolls his eyes and suddenly get a huge smile on his face. He leans over the railing of the porch and grabs something out of the snow bank. He pops the top and takes a sig of his kokanee beer and sighs as a man walks up the drive.}

Jay Mackenzie: TK, How’s retirement?

Tristan Kruise: Hey Jay, how’s the unemployment line?

Jay Mackenzie: Low Blow homie, low blow.

Tristan Kruise:Truth hurts sometime?

Jay Mackenzie: For your information I have an opportunity lined up.

Tristan Kruise:Oh due tell.

{The sarcasim dripped off Tristan’s words, but Jay being stupid didn’t pick up on it.}

Jay Mackenzie: Well you see, first I just need to borrow like twenty grand, then I can start up my business, called DUCK YOU!

Tristan Kruise: Twnety grand? Are you high? And what the fuck is duck you?

Jay Mackenzie: It’s a knock out business where we sell duck out of a truck.

Tristan Kruise: Oh so like you Fish taco Stand?

Jay Mackenzie:Well…

Tristan Kruise: Or Jays Jammin Jam?

Jay Mackenzie: Kinda…

Tristan Kruise: Or how about the Hopper? Your ass is lucky Burger king didn’t sue you.

Jay Mackenzie: Duck you is so much better!

Tristan Kruise: No Jay, its fucking stupid. Besides, you already owe me your first and second
born, what could you possiable offer me this time.

Jay Mackenzie: Come on Tristan, brother in law.

Tristan Kruise: Oh Ok Jay.

Jay Mackenzie: Really?

Tristan Kruise: No you fucking idiot.

Jay Mackenzie: Come on, there as got to be something I can do?

Tristan Kruise: I’ll consider it if you…

{Tristan Pulls him in and whispers in his ear. Jay looks confused and shrugs. He heads off into the house. A few seconds later he appears with the coffee cup that Tristan Had earlier.}

Jay Mackenzie: Why did you want this coffee so bad?

Tristan Kruise: Shhh. Listen!

{Jay strains his ears to listen for a sound when suddenly the silence is broken when the screen door flys open and Jamie is stand there. Jay turns and smiles but Jamies eyes shift to the coffee then to him. The smiles slowly fades as Jamie takes a running punt kick into Jays balls lifting him off the ground. As he falls Tristan catches the cup out of his hand and hands it to Jamie with a smile she storms off into the house leaving he brother laying on the wooden deck.}

Tristan Kruise: Answers still No.

{Tristan walks back into the house laughing the scene fades to the NGW logo then a picture of Tristan fades in over it and the words coming soon appear. }