At the end of the summer of 2002, I had to say goodbye to my first girlfriend. I told her I'd miss her. I told her I'd call her. I did neither.
My family came to pick me up from camp, including my cousins visiting from Pennsylvania. The plan was to go back to my parents' place in the West Island for the night, then head down to Pennsylvania for a week, and come back just before school started.
That evening, we saw an old kung fu movie on TV, and decided that we should spend the next week making our own. Thus was born Son Kong: The Struggle Within.
Son Kong was a labour of love. We spent every moment of our week in Pennsylvania talking about it, writing it, shooting it, editing it, even dreaming about it. We were in such an intense creative groove, and the more we worked on it, the more the pieces seemed to fall together. Somehow it felt to us at the time like the greatest motion picture that had ever been produced. "The Best Movie Ever" we printed right onto the box for the VHS tape.
Meanwhile, my first girlfriend was at a party cheating on me with another guy. I would find out about this weeks later and, naturally, I was pissed off. But it was for the best. They would go on to start a family, have two children together, and are probably still together to this day. As for me, all I have are lessons learned and memories of good times from the summers of my youth. And the movie, which I probably won't show you, because it's really not very good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKSWYh5TkJM
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