This is the kick-off sequence to this short I’m boarding that doesn’t quite have a title yet beyond the main characters’ names, Amos & Slim. If anything strikes you, feel free to chime in on the comments section. “Thirst,” maybe? Perhaps divine inspiration will smack me upside the head as I get deeper into the story. Anyway, all I wanted to do with this opening was to get across just how remote, desolate, and bloody hot this place is. Think Baker, CA. Without any amenities. Or a giant thermometer. Just a general store, a forgotten, disused motel, an empty swimming pool, and a rusty windmill. And heat. Lots of heat.