In New York City, Jack exits the subway as he walks up the steps and stops at the corner.
Jack, Ryan and Adam perform in the street.
He walks past a coffee shop and hesitates at puddle on the curb. After a short pause, he steps in it and waits at the corner. While traffic goes by, he turns to the man next to him and looks into his glasses. In the reflection, he sees an 8-year-old version of himself. He changes direction and finds a store with glass windows.
There, he views the 8-year-old version of himself as he peers into the glass and walks backwards. The little boy copies his gestures and jumps while he tries to process it.
He leaves and spots the little boy behind a bike rack. The little boy continues to mimic his movements. The little boy disappears and Jack runs into the street. He enters a taxi with Ryan and Adam.
On another street, he discovers the little boy running from him through the glass of an office building. The little boy darts between metallic columns, remaining one step ahead of Jack.
He spots a glimpse of the little boy in a car window parked on the road. He begins to check each one. The sun sets, lighting the sky in a forest green. Jack rubs the back of his head as he continue to walk the street at night. He sits on a bench and sighs. Leaning forward, he stares into the puddle and his 8-year-old self waves at him. He gets off the bench and starts to dance around. Ryan and Adam join him.
He sits back down again and looks. The little boy gets up from the bench and runs.
Jack slides his phone on the table. He overdrafted on his checking account again. His girlfriend isn’t talking to him and his washing machine stopped working. Every day it’s something and it doesn’t seem to end. Once he thinks he’s going to get his life together again, a curveball knocks him in the head.
At 8 years old, his biggest concern was getting home to watch his cartoons. Being an adult seemed like an idea and not some reality creeping on him with each passing year. In elementary school, his teachers adored him and seemed to appreciate his corny jokes. He was friends with nearly everyone in his class and was a star on the basketball team.
By now, he believed he would own a home in Manhattan with his wife and kid. On weekends, he and his band would play gigs in local clubs. Every Monday, he’d go into his cubicle and go to happy hours after work. He and his wife both made enough to save for their kid’s college education and travel to Europe.
None of it happened.
However, if he worked a clean 40 hours a week, it would be enough. One small victory he could claim for himself.
Director: N/A Year: 2018
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