The first page of The Bottomfeeders script written on the back of an old poster. In all there were about a dozen pages.

This is not a politically correct cartoon. First some background information.

I've been taking the commuter train from Oshawa, Ontario to Toronto for years and I thought I'd heard it all. 

However, my Visual Arts teacher from Ryerson University Jurgen Lutz taught be to cherish and recognize moments where I experience something new. And my work at The Second City, Toronto, taught me to be aware of my environment. Truth is stranger (and often funnier) than fiction.

The Bottomfeeders is a literal transcription of a conversation I overheard on the commuter train from Toronto home to Oshawa. At first I was offended with the women's toilet humour and trailer-trash topics, but after a few minutes I realized I had a gold mine of material on my hands. Many times I stiffled a laugh but I was trapped in an odd seat and couldn't get out. Besides, it was really too funny to pass up.

I tried my best to remember their dialogue because they managed to offend every minority - black people, homeless people, gay people, welfare people, east Indians ... and even themselves - for the thrill of a cheap laugh I suppose, although no-one really laughed. How they expected no-one else to hear is beyond me, but I'm sure they never expected to have their little talk turned into an eight minute animated short!

The minute I got off the train I broke into spontaneous laughter mixed with pent-up tears. If I could remember even half of it, this was going to be a great script! I sat on a cold bench under the blowing snow and wrote as many pages as I could on whatever scraps of paper I could find in my bag. To the left is the actual first handwritten page of what became the script for "The Bottomfeeders".