Your Mother Is a FB

Bizarre homeless people are the soul of New York. They are everywhere. There are so many of them that people don't notice them anymore, they just keep walking straight on. Anyone who's been to the Big Apple has a memory of them. They are the thread that takes us through the many layers of a magical and crazy city that they themselves make up. It is the whistling of a crazy homeless man, that only talks through action blockbuster citations, that introduces us to one of the million stories that he sees as he wanders through the city. It is a simple story. One of many. A night in Brooklyn. It is the story of Beaumont, a young bar tender working in a trendy bar, who is in love with his extravagant glasses and bike and who gets angry at all the people that don't respect him. He shows his anger to everyone with an equally bizarre and nonsensical welcome line. With a gun. And with his own version of retaliation. This is just a story, of a night, of a person. Just like many others. The whistling will take us to other New York streets. To other faces. To other stories.