Who Needs Film School?

I look over at the young man lounging on the sofa.  He's taking the week off "to chill."  All that computer eyestrain and crazed keyboarding.  He needs a break.  He needs a deeper purpose in life.  What he really wants to do is direct.  And today, he'll do just that, with fancy borrowed equipment.  Today is all about "lights, camera, action!"  The eldest and his writing partner have concocted a hysterical, highly offensive short film they plan to post on Funny or Die.  They're calling it "Bobby Breuncher's B & B."  Playing Bobby Breuncher, the esteemed owner of a questionable bed & breakfast, located in the heart of the San Fernando Valley:  A professional actor, a man who actually does this sort of thing for a living.  The fact that he happens to be the father of Billy's writing partner is strictly coincidental.  Not only is he starring in the Academy Award-worthy piece, he's letting them film on his property.  Clearly, he's lost his mind. The rest of the cast:  non-pros.  Billy and his drinking companions.  Today the eldest goes Hollywood.  He writes, he acts, he directs.  Dear God, he's a multi-hyphenate.  Could a three-picture deal be far behind?