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INT. Jon’s Apartment

There’s a strong odor in the room. Both Jack and Lea identify the smell to be Marijuana. The apartment has a dinning room directly in front of the main door and a kitchen on the left. To the right of there is living room with two brown couches. Jon is siting on one couch and Melissa is sitting on another. Jack and Lea go into the kitchen after greeting Jon and Melissa. Jack has volunteered to make drinks. Jon and Melissa are in the next room watching loud television. On the coffee table in front of them you can see both empty and small bags of weed with an ashtray filled to its extremities with gum and cigarette butts.

Jack

Your neighbors must hate you.

Jon

I don’t give a shit Emilio, The lady next to me has her little dog barking all day. I’m already tired of that.

Jack

Lower it a little !

Melissa

I was telling him to, but he didn’t wanna to listen.

Lea

Which way is the bathroom?

Jack

It’s the second door on your right.

LEA

Thank you

Lea exits the room

Jon

Do you have cigarettes?

Jack

NO, but i think Lea has some.

Lea goes into the bathroom and sends Jack a text message telling him she doesn’t want to stay there long. jack discreetly reads the message over.

JACK

So what you guys up to tonight?

JON

Nothing, just having a good time Emilio.

JACK

You guys want to take a walk or something? get some fresh air?

JON

I’m hungry, I’m about to make some…

Jon gets up and walks to the fridge to open it and show Jack a frozen packet of meat.

JON

These steaks. All i have to do is throw them on the pan with a little bit of oil. I’m just being lazy bro. You hungry?

JACK

I’m actually getting a little hungry. But I’m good though i don’t want to eat steak again today. I ate that yesterday and you know that stuff just sits in your stomach.

Lea enters the living room

Jack

Do you have an extra cigarette?

LEA

Yes, it’s in my bag

JACK

I don’t like going through peoples bags or pockets, i get a weird feeling, like as if i were stealing something or violating someones privacy.

LEA

Pass me that please

JACK

I feel like I’m going to find something in there, i don’t want

LEA

Like what? what would you find in there?

JACK

like a warty vagina

LEA

There are no “warty vaginas” in my bag thank you very much.

JON

A snake

JACK

Like a fucking cop was going to grab my hand from inside the bag and yell “i fucking got you you thief”. And I’m all trying to defend myself and shit. Like “She, gave me permission, she told me to, Let me go!”

LEA

Your horrible, who thinks of that? Here. Take the cigarette!

JON

Cut me half on that cigarette Emilio!

LEA

Oh no, I’ll give you one, here, you want one too? You smoke Melissa?

MELISSA

Yes, Thank you.

LEA

Here you go

JACK

We’re just going to all light a cigarette in here at the same time.

LEA

o I’m sorry we…

Jon

You can smoke in here.

Jack

I’ll cut you half on this one. I don’t want a whole one.

MELISSA

Damn, you drank your drink already.

Jon

It taste like juice, did you put any alcohol in here Emilio?

JACK

I did. that’s how they sneak up on you. it’s all about balance when mixing spirits. I don’t want to sound like some sort of snob but if you want another one. I’ll make you one. just one.

Jack gets up and goes into the kitchen to make another drink

JON

Make me another one.

JACK

What are you guys watching anyway?

JON

A stupid show, look at this guy, he’s a vampire.

LEA

I’ve seen this one before

JACK

But what is it like a movie or a show?

MELISSA

It’s a series

Jack

I don’t care for that sort of fantastical stuff. I mean there’s nothing wrong with anyone liking that sort of stuff, but I personally don’t find it amusing.

JON

I could change it, what do you want to watch?

Jack re-enters the room with newly concocted drinks for Jon and himself

JACK

No, I’m cool you guys can watch whatever you want I’m going to walk around after I’m done drinking this.

JON

Where you gonna go? I’m about to take a quick ride.

JACK

I don’t really know, i’m just going to take a walk. i have some energy left. Lea you hungry?

Lea

I can go for something to eat right now.

Jon

Me too, you hungry?

Melissa

Yeah, I’m hungry

JON

Let me put a sweater on and we out.

EXT.The entrance to Jon’s building

LEA(to jack ear)

I don’t want him to give me a ride, not that i don’t appreciate it, but…

JACK (interrupting)

No, I know what you mean. We can walk a little and take a cab further up.

LEA

Let’s take a cab now. It’s cold.

JACK

Where do you want to go?

LEA

I’m hungry. I’m in the mood for a “sancocho”.

JACK

To find that right now. Jon do you know where i can get sancocho right now?

JON

Get it in the place on Sutton street. but i don’t know if they got it today.

JACK

I’m going to take a cab over there.

JON

I can take you if you want

JACK

No it’s cool. I’m just going to go get that and we can meet up later if your still out.

JON

You sure?

JACK

Yea, Don’t worry I’m good. Take Melissa. I think I’m gonna go home anyway. I want to get up early tomorrow.

JON

Alright then take care then. Hit me up tomorrow.

Jon get’s in his car and drives away. Jack and Lea are left behind strolling down the sidewalk.

LEA

i think I’m going straight home. I’m going to eat there. What are you going to do? I can drop you off or you can meet back up with Jon.

JACK

nah, i’m going home too. I’m not sleeping well. in order for me to get a good night’s sleep i need to stay in bed for a few hours before dozing off.

LEA

That use to happen to me, then i went out and bought these fluffy pillows, since then I’ve been sleeping great.

JACK

Let’s go. You can get on the highway near ME, tell the cab to make a “U” turn and drive a couple of blocks back to Meek street. I’ll tell you where when we get there.

LEA

I’m exhausted. but you understand why i didn’t want to get in the car with him?

JACK

I know. Because he was drinking right?

LEA

And he was high. I had a bad experience with a car once.

The couple arrives at an intersection just a small distance from where they departed with Jon and Melissa. they walked in silence until getting into the taxi. “Two stops” Jack started and ended his explanatory remarks toward the driver in how to arrive at Lea’s address. For what seem to be a longer than anticipated ride through the city at night, Jack stared out of his window while Lea did the same. They both voyaged through lazy thoughts that ended with a gradual descent toward the moment at hand. At this moment Jack found himself looking at the inside of his hands. He passed his hands through his face and head. Lea thought of offering him something. The idea came to both of them, but was soon dispersed by another thought fogging behind it

Call Me Back

Call me back

Hey what’s up, nothing, I’m over here at the bar…Yea, of course. What did she say? Nice. Listen though; I’m coming over in a few. You’re stupid. Like in Half an hour maybe sooner. Ok. Bye

Was that him?

Yeah

Are we going over?

Yea, let’s finish the drinks, or at least I will

I only had one

Two

No, they only pour like this little vodka. What do you think I’m doing this well? Because I’m drunk? Take this butt kicking like a man.

My pool stick is crooked.

And what? Mine is just as crooked as yours.

This is the shot right here. I’m tired of this back and forth with you. You ready? YOU ready?

Just shoot already! YOU take forever to shoot. God.

I need silence when I shoot.

O.M.G

Damn, shit, I always scratch with the eight ball. That’s the only reason why you won the last two games.

Yeah, yeah, let’s go loser.

I bought the drinks because YOU won. Next time, the drinks will be on YOU.

Let’s go, where is it?

Oh so you don’t hold doors for me anymore. It’s because you’re mad that I BEAT. I BEAT you in front of those people. Wow Jack I thought you were going to be better than that. Come on let’s go then. Let’s take the cab here. I don’t want to walk.

I let you win. When I was little I watched a movie and in that movie I saw a guy tell his son to always let the girl win.

Shut up I Beat you without even trying.
Ok, Rules before we get to the apartment. First rule. Look at my finger! First rule: Don’t bring up the transsexual story.

Listen to you, “transsexual”.

Second rule, look TWO that means remember that there are TWO rules. No talking about you beating me in pool.

I’m going to obey only the first rule

And the second rule?

Don’t make me stab you with my finger.

Eww, get away!

I have a reputation around here.

As the CHEAPEST guy and the WORST pool player?

Why do you want to turn into an accusatory evil woman? I paid for the drinks and

And what else Jack? What did you pay for?

Don’t touch me. Your evil rubs off on people.

Your no one to be talking, your drunk too.

No I’m not. I am an Olympic drinker. There are only three live human beings that can tolerate more alcohol in the system than me. That’s why I didn’t get a medal.

So you have a certificate?

I lost it

How?

I cant remember I was drunk

You’re too funny, can we stop here Sir(to cab driver).

Where you going?

I want a cigarette so bad right now.

You want me to go with you?

Yeah, come on.

Can you wait here Sir? we’ll be right out.

Which ones should I get?

I wouldn’t know, because I’m not smoking, I quit.

O please. Ok. Thank you Mister(to store clerk). Thank you Jack. You’re such a gentleman.

Listen lady I already spoke to you.

We should have called him to see if he wanted anything from the store “Jack”.

Your right, let me call him now.

What for? We’re already driving off.

Shush. Hello. Yo! We’re almost there. Yeah. I’m just a few blocks away. I’m with Lea. Definitely. Do you want anything from the store? Hello?

You hung up on him?

At least it looks like we tried.

You’re awful.

I’m jobless

Well, your Jobless and awful.

Look at that building. The entrance is so nice. I love big windows like that. I want to live in an apartment like that.

Right here Sir. Yep. Ok. How much? Here you go.

Let’s go Dutch, Jack come on!

Its okay, I got it.

You’re so dumb, I was just kidding about earlier.

You can pay the cab on the way back. Let me call this guy back. He messaged me something while we were in the cab.

Let’s go inside first, it’s getting chilly and I didn’t bring a sweater.

I don’t have the apartment number.

You never been here before?

I have but I don’t know if it’s 2G, or 2J.

I’m going to smoke a cigarette

Hello, What? I can’t here you. Call me back. Jonathan, hello?

What’d he say?

I don’t know. There was a loud noise in the background.

Wait, No this isn’t him. Hello. Yeah it’s me. Jack. No I’m nowhere near there. But… Ask if I could just go tomorrow. Far, I’m far right now. Whenever he wants. I need whatever I can get. I know. That’s why I made sure to give him a schedule. I know but if… Perfect. Tell him. Hold up I have another call. But tell him that he can call me whenever as long as he… Fine perfect and thanks a lot. I know. Ok thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

It’s getting cold. Just buzz anyone. Look.

Damn, I didn’t think they would just open like that. You cool?

I’m warming up.

It’s this door but upstairs.

Damn the TV is so loud.

Emilio (Jonathan)

What’s up Jonathan, This is Lea, Lea this is Jonathan.

Hi Jonathan

What’s up man? Come in!

Why does he call you Emilio?

I’ll tell you later, it’s from a film.

This is Jess

Hi, Lea, nice to meet you.

You want a drink Lea?

Yes please

Don’t worry I’ll get it. Do you want another drink Jonathan or Jess?

Make two more Emilio

Come with me to the kitchen Lea I’ll make yours too.

Dialogue For the Stomach

Hello there, hottie

Ugh, you’re so lame

Don’t be so dramatic, you had a bad day?

Bad as in what?

I don’t know, did you get picked on by your boss?

Where do you want to go? I’m hungry

Let’s take a walk, I feel like being outside.

Where?

This way. It’s nice out. Come one we’re young. Alive

Why are you dressed like that?

Because I just got back from a funeral

That’s why you’re in a good mood?

Okay, first, don’t be evil. Be nice. Tell me what happened at work.

I hate this place.

I thought you wanted the change.

It’s nice out. Not too cold, the humidity is gone. You don’t have to be around the rattling of an AC. Enjoy the rest of the summer.

Thank God it’s over.

I wish I would have gone to the beach more.

I don’t like tanning at the gym.

Let’s go to the park and sit on the lawn.

You’re so lame.

Don’t come with that. I’m finally in a good mood again.

You’re not the one walking with a person dressed in black.

I wouldn’t be worried about me. Let’s go this way!

Where we going?

Don’t worry, I got this.

“You got this”?

We’re not too far from where I want to go.

Listen, Jack! I’m not in any mood to be drinking.

Damn, what’s the matter with you? What do you want?

I want to know where we’re going. I’m tired I don’t wanna to walk around.

Come on!

I’ll pay the cab.

The exercise is good for you, you’ll feel better, trust me. Come on. You want me to carry you?

Then, walk for me, I’ll take a cab.

Lazy, don’t waste money on cabs, it’s not far. We can take a cab later. I don’t want to take the train.

You have cigarettes?

No, why I stink?

I can smell it.

I only smoke sometimes now. I’m trying to quit.

When was the last time you smoked?

Today.

Please, you’re going to quit smoking? And you already smoked today. Don’t bullshit me.

Don’t keep reminding me. Let’s get something to eat, I want to feed you. I know you’re on a diet so I’ll take you somewhere that makes good low calorie
stuff.

Who died?

A distant cousin

And you went to the funeral?

Why not? My uncle made me. And I don’t regret it.

It helped me. I’ve been in a slump for a couple of months. You know because of the whole joblessness. I even wrote a suicide note yesterday.

A suicide note? Nobody does that anymore, people just jump from high places now, that’s it.

I wrote a poem yesterday, and I never write poems. I haven’t written a poem since… I don’t even remember I don’t even know if I want to remember but
at least, at least I’m writing.

I never thought I’d here you confess to the writing of poetry. I condemn you to three years of Silvia Plath reading.

Shit, you’re right.

Finish telling me about the funeral.

Oh yeah, so I show up looking for my uncle. I couldn’t find him any place. And I couldn’t just ask anyone for him I didn’t know anybody there, on top of
that, it’s a funeral and everyone was crying.

That’s what happens in funerals.

Yeah I noticed, so I keep looking around Looking for a familiar face. People we’re looking at me like “who the hell is this guy”? For like fifteen minutes -no
uncle. I figured he ditched me or something.

He would ditch you at a funeral?

No but I thought he did

Continue

So I decided to stick around for a while longer. The women there, not all of them but some of them

So you started checking the women out

Let me tell you. It’s not like I went there for that, but something inside me felt like a had some sort of obligation. Who’s to blame? Who says that what I
felt was to be frowned on?

You mean “frowned upon”?

Whatever woman, you know what I mean.

(Laughs) keep telling me, oh shit wait! Fuck! Hold on!

What happened? You okay?

I think I left my phone at my desk

Go back over there, I’ll go with you

No, don’t tell me. Let me see if it’s in my bag. Hold this, I got it’s in here

Look at that.

You don’t understand I always lose my phone this, is like the fifth time.

In my defense, about the studying of the ladies, they were dressed as if as if they were out night-clubbing. I even saw one of those spaghetti-strap-
underwear.

A thong, you mean?

You some kind of wise gal, some conversation-interrupter, sly-comment person?

(Laughs) idiot

Anyway, I saw her “thong”, when she was bending over my cousin’s coffin.

You’re going to die all by yourself.

(Laughs) I know I wasn’t the only one that saw it. But before you interrupt me again let me finish.

It was a girl crying over a coffin “Jack”!

Shut up, and lower your voice! you want people to think I’m some kind of pedophile?

Shut up, it’s too late. So what happened?

She was eighteen I think.

Disgusting

Ok that’s it. I was joking about that by the way. I don’t want you spreading that sort of business about me amongst your friends and on those online
social networks.

Are we almost there? I’m hungry

Let’s cross over here. Hurry up we can make it before the light turns. Come one.

Loser

Don’t be mad because I’m faster and braver than you.

Over there, I swear. This is good for you.

Keep telling me about your dirty story; by the way before you tell me. Remind me later to tell you about Vanessa.

I don’t want to hear anything about Vanessa; I already made up my mind about that girl.

But you HAVE to know

I’ll leave you right here if you keep on with that

I want to tell you

Just keep it to yourself; you’re the biggest gossiper ever

I know, know

So one of the girls was wearing corsets. Did I say that right?

And you judge ME? Yeah “Corset” you said it right.

Heels this big

Ok I get it she was dressed like a tramp.

I found my uncle, because he walked in by where I was standing. He starts introducing me to the family members. Awkward. I didn’t know how to react.
Or what to say.

I know that feeling

I got comfortable especially (laughs) because he was chewing gum the whole time.

OMG

Picture someone chewing gum at a funeral. After my uncle and I go outside my aunt shows up. She takes me inside and reintroduces me to the people I
just met.

Was she crying?

I don’t think so. But she cuts out without saying anything. The place was packed by then. This guy was really loved. Adored like to the point where it
inspired me.

How?

I mean when I GO I want a lot of people to come together too. He was truly loved. It was funny watching my uncle consoling people, with the gum and
everything getting down on one knee. We went up to the coffin together.

If you were looking at Booty at a funeral, what makes you think you weren’t looking at his wife or his daughter or a sister?

It’s over here somewhere. The restaurant.

Where do you want to sit?

I don’t care.

By the window, over here.

Over here?

Ok

You want to order now?

Before I pass out? Yes please

I already know what I want

What?

A burger, bacon on it, cheese, deluxe style

You eat whatever you please

Yep

You’re too much

Fine I’ll get a turkey burger.

EW big difference

That made you happy

Very, your health is very important to me, is that the whole story?

It really changed my mood

So keep telling me

Let’s order first

I’ll get the salad

Where did I leave off?

Figure it out, it’s your story

The coffin, my uncle, he started joking around with the dead guy’s brother.

O, about what?

I can’t remember, I couldn’t hear, but I could tell by their body language.

Wait! before you finish do you want to get something to drink?

I don’t mind, why what are you drinking?

I’m craving this

Let me see, I’ll have the ginger.

Keep telling me

I’m standing next to the coffin

(Waitress approaches the table and takes there order)

The people they keep touching the body

Ugh, please, I’m about to eat

Some people kept kissing it.

Ugh… that’s it. I’ll leave you eating here by yourself.

I know, I know, my uncle touched his arm with the gum still in his mouth. I mean, I’ve touched bodies in the past but always people I knew. Not a
stranger.

I’m going to the bathroom, watch my bag.

Hurry up or I’ll eat it all and stick you with the bill.

(The girl goes; the guy sits there in deep thought. When the girl gets back the food isn’t there yet)

The food isn’t out yet?

I ate it all

Ha, Ha

Here it comes

Is there a lot more left to the story

Just speeches people gave. I like one in particular. A guy came up. Middle aged guy and he wasn’t sad at all. I shouldn’t say he wasn’t because I really
couldn’t tell, but he smiled a lot. He actually told a funny story and tried to get people to cheer up by telling them that if Nathaniel was there, the late
distant cousin of mine, he’d probably be having a good time with us. Dancing especially because he loved to dance.

Sounds a lot like you

I know, maybe we would have been dancing together.

How’d he die?

Check this out. He was trying to help one of his friends. Apparently some neighbor that was getting beat up by an undercover cop.

What?

Didn’t know what was going, apparently he heard someone screaming for help. He jumps on the cop and boom.

So what happened to the cop?

I don’t know, but city officials showed up. You know, to show face.

So sad, it makes me want to cry.

The guy is a fucking hero

That’s why I’m in a good mood

What exactly did it?

Look at what happened to that guy, boom, unexpected, like that, he had kids for god’s sake. Fucking cops are always quick to bust a gun without asking
questions. It could have happened to me. Or to anyone.

Wow, who’s going to raise his kids?

He has a big family. I guess the wife. I saw her.

I couldn’t imagine

I know it’s a sad story and all but it inspired me to fight. Keep on, fighting for those things. In everything that happens around you. I want to someday
inspire people to think positive all the time. No matter what happens. That’s why I really want to teach. And get involved in things. Volunteer.

When you say that, it makes me feel like my job isn’t as bad as I make it sound.

Hey at least you have one

I know, I know

It’s cool to vent but you really can’t let minor things like that get you down. I really mean that too.

Thanks, that’s very sweet.

Aw

Damn, I forgot to get that chicks number.

The wanton at the funeral

Hey, she could have been his wife or daughter

So what she’s still a slut?

Don’t hate

I’m in the mood to do something tonight

You work tomorrow?

No, it’s my day off.

I’ll call what’s-his-name to see if he’s doing anything.

Who?

Jonathan

I don’t feel like going to Jersey

Let’s do the rooftop; beautiful view of the city

You going to read me the poem?

You’re never to discuss that again, or I’ll have to… you know…kill

Shut up, which roof?

Let’s finish eating and then we’ll take a walk and see it takes us.

Okay.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Like how?

Stop or I’m gonna through this water in your face

I need a place to stay tonight

I think there’s a homeless shelter not too far from here

You would let me spend the night at a shelter?

Like that

Like that? Like that?

Did i tell you about the movie i just invented?

I got a story for you. Its about a guy. Or this person. doesnt matter. Dont worry about the details. doesnt matter if he’s skinny, fat, big, doesnt matter yet. Just listen to the concept. This person im talking about starts this excercise in his house. Just sitting around in his smelly house. oh yeah it stinks but not like food just like air that doesnt circulate. And he’s just online looking at a bunch of websites. Like porn maybe, doesnt matter. and he just stays indoors for a few weeks. he sees people but from his window. YOu understand? You still with me? Good. And this guy gets bored. but not like bored with his house. he gets bored with facts. so he starts lying. Lying to people on the phone, on the radio(even if they cant hear him). He just starts lying. He becomes obsessed. even beyond pathological (if that makes any fucking sense). Anyway this guy starts reading up on lying and he doesnt believe it. he doesnt want to believe anything. he sort of forgets about himself. The word itself “SELF” is like foreign to him. he get pissed off with things. Like he doesnt even fucking believe his fridge. He like denies that his fridge is a fridge. He says ” get the fuck out of here fridge, i dont fucking buy it”. So this guy goes around the neighbor hood laughing at people and stuff. To himself, he talks and doesnt even believe what he’s saying. but the guy goes on paying his rent and working for some fatso in advertising. or something like that. What i’m trying to tell you is that he works from home. this guy tries to disprove things. like Facts. things we know. and then the bastard starts thinking again. he reads the bible and totally agrees with it. Even edits it, claiming that some things werent in order. he starts blogging. And then he gets really sick and…. then nothing. For months nothing…. He gets some little operation. and then he starts getting mail from old people, some good some bad. people agreeing that the bible is completely true but saying weird things like “they are missing characters in some of the charapters”. this guy goes back to reading things about aliens, and shit. But then one day he disproves this fact that everyone thought was true. The news picks it up and this guy becomes like some kind of hero. not like with a cape or anything. but people start thinking he’s some sort of magician or something. he goes further out after awhile. like to little seminars. giving speeches about how he thinks furniture takes up alot of space in his apartment. Then advertisements start happening. like as jokes but the fucking thing really sticks. This guy radical beliefs starts getting out of control. People get angry. so as most of these things go the government steps in. They go to his house, that sort of thing. he goes to court and acts completely normal, just s little shaken up. He agrees to do some therapy and he quiets down for a few years. i dont remember how long it was. but some how this asshole invents this machine that people believe is a time machine. the guy puts it online and people go ape shit. the shit flies off the tracks. It turns into like some kind of crime to buy this thing. there are all types of rumors. the guy gets arrested, refuses to give interviews and shit. he says, what’d he say? oh yea that he wouldnt talk, but only becuase he didnt believe “all people had Vertil”. the word Vertil starts getting alot of attention because the fucking thing doesnt exist. Even i wondered what it was. I mean “wonder”. He refused to speak directly to people so he starts fucking around. like leaving clues, but not all purposefully. and then guess what happens? just guess? people start trying to put them together. now im nit just talking about the average asshole with an snarky false sense of superiority, im talking about people with degrees. doctors and scientist. people trying to understand this sort of madness. anyway this story is getting annoying because a bunch of confusing things happen. like starnge things. like other stuff not involving the man. and then people start gettting scared. the guy disappears again. no one claims to know where he went or if he was still alive. you know what comes next, people speculated. then forgot about the guy, well most people. Then guess what? they find the guy in some hospital somewhere. He’s sick again. he didnt want to drink anything or something like. no one asked him anything about that but he did get interviewed by a bunch of people during his time at the hospital. anyway the story ends with this guy blaming some alien for stealing his girlfriend and in return he was going transform into a ghost and travel outer space in order to avenge the yada yada yada. anyway the guy doesnt die but he does fall in love with another guy that helps him publish a bunch of weird cult novels. the guys gets really rich and moves to swisterland or someplace like that and leaves his lover claiming “homosexuals are exagerating, and i dont believe a word anyone says”. he dies alone happy as shit confessing that he was, “as crazy as the world let him be”.

I think im sick. i have this feeling in the inside of my throat, must be cancer. it’s the 13th of july. i’m trying to make myself comfortable. i have a horrible addiction. smoking heavily you can say. My editor is asleep and im wrting away from the usual third person non-sense. out of work(by choice) thinking about where all the million dollar ideas went to hide. i’m up to my neck with these worries and day to day dealings. I cant smell the scent of meaty success. I take time to dress, with no where to go. The late afternoons over shadow missed opportunities. Summer in the city hasnt been as over heated as this before. I’m pacing like a fiend awaiting a pusher. And what do i need more than a good push is a steady soul and loose change. I go the blues and thats what i listen to. Maybe i should change the radio station, but frankly the new age i’d rather not assay further. I’m ping ponging with the FBI, rolling and squeezing the pillow, tossing and bending over to turn off the noise coming from babylon. i cant go backwards, literally. its true and you should trust me.
Somewhere between the blink of an eye and the flip of a switch i’m somewhere trying to figure out what to do next. Maybe a pregnancy or jail time could help me. i hope not but the crooked voice inside me keeps telling me.
Chep alcohol gives me night mares of Buffalo. I’m lost in debaucher street trying to fing a steel oasis. so what if dreams were warning me of some disgrace. i’ve fallen. oh where are the cater cousins i cling to. Freud and Orsen i’m asking you too. On this leaning and broken chair i write and on this emoty stage i preach, the suspenseful and mysterious ways of days unfriendly.
Where was this beach i was promised. Where have all the hopes swam to?
If i am infact dying, why didnt i before. who have i led? and what is a bunch of water with nowhere to move to?

Strange dreams

Last night I had a strange dream. The dream abstract in nature, it’s Hard to really explain it. I was in limbo. This scene was like entering a Dali painting. I was brain storming with someone, or something. We were haranguing over some concepts for a book or movie. I came up with some ideas as the voice challenged the details. The voice, sometimes male, sometimes female I can’t remember it clearly. Most of the dream was sort of a discussion. A monologue disguised as a dialogue. When I got out of bed my stomach was bothering me, my nose was runny, the cat was moaning in heat, etcetera.
The weather was cold outside, my nipples were hard and my feet sticking to something spilt on the kitchen floor. I chopped up some potatoes and threw them in a pot of boiling water without pealing them. I blew my nose before fingering though a folder of old writing. Garbage, Garbage I keep out of the dumpster. I folded some papers pretending that the writing I had in my hands belonged to someone else.
Before putting on pants, I smoked a cigarette by the window. I microwaved some cold coffee thinking about some of the writers I’d met in Buffalo. Their faces, their stories chasing after me with memories I would have rather not remembered. I guess I envied them, envied them ignorant with the idea that they were all back in that same classroom, or maybe a new room, All growing and learning when I am back in New York City trying to call out of work.
After I dressed I made a bunch of phone calls. I spoke to some people at the college and emailed a couple of pertinent people. The subject of the day was “re-registration”. Even though I dreaded going back to Buffalo, there was no way I was going to get left behind. There wasn’t a good reason for me to not complete my degree.
Scraping my plate clean, I thought about mopping the floor, but Cheril walked in and interrupted my procrastinating. She had bought something to organize the mess in our room.

Scene Two, Act One

Vee: Hey
Len: hi
Vee: tell me about yourself
Len: no, not that way. Tell me how your day went
Vee: okay… well…I went out for groceries.
Len: And then what?
Vee: I decorated the living room. Nicely, like the way you like it.
Then after that I spoke to my mother on the phone.
Len: Yes, yes keep going. What did you buy to eat?
Vee: you know veggies, milk, and grape juice.
Len: I see, I can see it. I need another drink.

Vee: How much time do you want this to take?
Len: Not long, not too long, (he orders another drink)
Vee: Relax a little, (she puts he hand on his shoulder)
You look tensed.
Len: Did you think of me?
Vee: Of course I do.
Len: No, like when you were going about your day.
Vee: Yes,
Len: I always wonder what you were doing when I was at work.
Vee: And how was work?
Len: The same, always the same.
You look good Kim.
Vee: You look tired.
Len: I’ll play a song then, what do you feel like listening to.
Vee: Whatever you want.
Len: Order us another round and I’ll be back.
(He walks away)

Len: Ok,
Vee: how you feeling?
Len: Nervous, strange,
Vee: Do you want to keep going?
Len: Yes,
Vee: First, calm down, close your eyes and sit a little closer to me.
Give me a minute, (she looks at her phone) I have to take this.
Have another drink if you have to. I’ll be right back.
(She gets up and walks to the ladies room to talk on her phone.
She comes back into the room and Lenard seems to have fallen asleep on the bar)

Vee: I’m back,
Len: (Silence)
Vee: YOu can take your time, Mr., doe will be late. We have plenty of time.
Len: You smell great Kim. I miss that smell. I should have spent more time with you
I should have taken time off of work, but the second job…
.I should have left it.
I wanted the best for you
I tried my best, but I always forgot about…
Vee: Yes, but you always left
Len: I could never explain
Vee: Explain what? “Len”! Explain what exactly?
Len: The dark room we shared, the quite nights I stayed up all night with that cold feeling
Like wave of fear, frigidness, the worrying that something was wrong with me
We’d stopped talking. I thought you would grow out of it, I thought that I would just keep pushing and you’d…Love me no matter the cost.
For years I walked, those nights when I couldn’t sleep.
I wouldn’t talk, and you would make pretend you didn’t hear me leaving. I’d walk.
I felt lost. I was trying to get somewhere but I couldn’t.
Vee:”Lenard”! What do you really want to say to me?
That I miss you, I love you and so sorry for falling out. I’m sorry for making you feel like you
were the problem.
Vee: I forgive you, I forgive you
Len: I can’t.
(He takes out an envelope with money inside and slips it into Vee’s purse,
He tugs on it once so that Vee can see. She finds it difficult to smile,
But gets her face to do something similar)
Vee: What are you going to do now?
Len: I’m staying here.
Vee: You can’t stay here “Len”, it’s late and you look tired. Why don’t
You get some rest. Come with me! We can take separate cabs to my place.
We can eat, and then I’d take a warm bath with you.
Len: I’m fine.
(They embrace)
Vee:”Len”. Don’t go too far.
(Len exits without saying anything)

Missed by A few

It was on one of the many nights in the chilly October rain that Mr., Modulo took it upon himself to roam the streets late alone. He wore the leather jacket he most preferred. The one he felt was appropriate for the weather. His legs hit the public walk way weary from the long run he’d the day before. His sore thighs made him walk slowly and cautiously. He turned the first corner to find rodents running along the side of chain linked fence, and the smell of wet leaves fuming from the poor trees disregarding each other. Mr. M fumbled within his pockets looking for a piece of paper to phone n a friend. He stopped at a local store to make the call. Four tries later there came no response. A garbage truck stopped him short of Broadway. The sound of grinding steel and a running engine interrupted his frustration with the friend who never answered the phone.
I heard the phone but couldn’t get myself out of bed. The day before was atrocious. I had been depressed for the past couple of days. I hadn’t heard from Naima. She was with her bitch of a mother and that’s what depressed me. I had been working on another of my publications but couldn’t come around to thinking correctly. I mean it. It was awful. I wanted and had been trying to lay off the cigarettes and beer. You can call it weakness of will, but I like to see things clearly. It was the loss of that little girl. Some spiritual deficiency that made me swim back in forth within the small space I call my mind. I finally got out of bed and made myself some tea. I looked outside watching the rain which seemed to be falling from a small distance above the street lamps.
M decided to put his mind to something else. Rosie, a younger woman of at least thirty. Co-owner and manager of some declining Japanese restaurant where she met Mr. M. He knew her better than most. He knew he could find her after work hunched over and beat at a pub not too far. His paced quickened when the idea took over his mind.
After standing by my window and petting my cat, I looked over the recent calls on my machine. I thought of calling the strange number back. I thought about leaving the country. I wanted to undo myself of the intricate web I’d been sleeping with, but then something crossed my mind. An idea that I would had preferred had not. Naima, what if she needed me. I picked up the phone and dialed the number back. It just rang, rang enough to make me think of evil things like Naima being in some kind of predicament. I dressed without shaving. I looked and felt horrid.
Mr. M walked into several pubs in the neighborhood. He knew the feeling. He tied the bag of beers and decided to have some whiskey before digging into his bag of beers alone. He took a seat at the bar and ordered something terrible instead. The late crowd looked gloomy like never before. He asked the bartender for Rosie and if he’d seen her all night. Nothing the bartender said, Modulo brushed him off and finished his drink. He ogled some women shooting pool. Only the eldest one sent the signal back his way, but that was enough for Modulo to stay a while.
I needed the warmth of a drink. Feeling like I wasn’t loosing myself to unnecessary grievances, I took control. I called a taxi and went outside under the torturous rain. My first thought was for the pub so there I went. The first pubs I got to personified what I felt like unhappy and uneventful. The bartender was un-appealing. The whole scene seemed irrelevant. I walked around trying my best to brush off the thought of naima’s mother blowing some “new opportunity” while her daughter cried herself to sleep. I rehearsed one of my small prayers before walking into the Liffy bar on Broadway and 215th.
Modulo turned his back on the bar and headed for the game at the table. Some Irish men stood around like mummies without their wraps. Modulo, hungry and yearning for some excitement challenged the women to a game of billiards. He ordered a round of drinks for the women. He placed his jacket on the back of one of the chairs and began to stretch for his game. The ladies who then laughed introduced themselves, his wide grin took them into a night of drinking for free. Mr. M played poorly. One could not tell if he’d been doing it purposely. The juke box played mixed genres but the morale stayed neutral.
The first thing I saw was Rosie when I walked in. Her and modulo were good friends but I myself didn’t know her so well. Her face was shining in some way. I couldn’t tell too much, her smile through me off. I couldn’t tell because I was so use to a different Rosie. She hugged me before I could put my hand out to shake hers.

Workaholics

Working hard, 14 hours seeing tables, coming home to watch the sun come up. Light blue skies to peach colored sunrises, greeting patrons, hoping that my hard work pays off. It’s my one month anniversary. I’m back home from Backwards-Buffalo. I’m off the cigarette, two months almost. Soo many stories to tell. New things popping up every day, I’m here and there. I can’t sleep. Maybe I should go to the restaurant. I should stand in front of it until they open the door for me at 10 o’clock. I’d much rather be at work than home. Sometimes I get sad when I get off. I feel like I should be better off. I shouldn’t have to settle for anything less than what I dream about. I’m getting closer, I feel it. It takes a little time. I think more than I can handle sometimes. Maybe that’s why my favorite game is solitaire and my favorite music is what the elderly listen to, it relaxes me but my leg won’t stop shaking. Cheril gets up to lure me back into bed, but she knows, or I hope she knows what’s really going on, because sometimes I’m not sure anymore. I guess that’s what you get when you spend every moment trying.
The city starts to pick up the pace. I can hear the birds outside as Cheril’s cat keeps an eye at the cars passing below. Cold water. Now it’s my turn to drink. I fill my glass. I pore some water in it and kill the water slowly. I’m the “dream ME”, why not? Waiting is the game. I keep as busy much as I can take it, and when my time gets here I’ll be in good shape

6:20 am, I feel around her room for my pen and pad to write somethings down. The past hour spent trying to figure out some broads name, and for what? i dont know. One of my brother’s wife’s friends; i met her a while back. I can’t remember where. I was living in Manhattan at the time. Anyway her name is Luisa. I called my brother not to long after beginning this piece. He told me her name. God, i’m such an idiot at times. This whole day-break fiasco was sparked by something that happened earlier. After reading “when things fall apart”, a novel writen by some African writer, Her and I decided to go outside. It had been raining for four days striaght, She was getting tired of being home all day. “She” being Cheril, was home babysitting her little sister. A terribly tempermental child to say the least. I was there for some other reason i havent quite figured out yet.
My day out with Cheril started at sometime after 10 o’clock. Cheril and i legged it around her neighborhood before sitting down to eat. Cheril ate mostly, while my cousin, another one along for the little sally around town, followed us to a seat in some shitty restaurant. I tried making some sort of conversation of our late evening supper, but ended drinking my beer quietly instead. The whole thing started bugging me after I got back to Cheril’s apartment. One of us, Cheril and I, came up with the idea of going over some lines of a play that Cheril was assigned to memorize for one of her classes. After our little rehearsal, i tried getting Cheril started on some late night sex. I was turned down pitifully. Feeling like any other proud dog dogged, i sat under a bureau writing stupid reminders to myself. Embarressed to the point of not knowing where to put my face, i turned off the lights and sat up in bed fully clothed while Cheril laughed at me. I wanted to run out of there and fuck the first floozy i came across. But tonight nor Cheril nor I were cumming. “What a jip”, i thought to myself. Out of all of the benefits that come with relationships steady pussy was my favorite. And here I am, loaded with my precious jizz alive and awake, while Cheril sleeps serenley in the next realm.
It doesnt take much to realize that I am a man thats conflicted in the heat of battle. This matter will bleed over to the next day. I mean, if im not motivating this hot nymph to fuck what am i doing? what AM i doing in this apartment? This “no-sex cuddling” has to stop. It’s like paying to watch a movie trailer. It doesnt make sense to me at all. i want to see the whole goddamn show. So what am i going to do you might ask. So far i’ve come up with a few diffrent solutions: One, I can make up with Cheril and hand over my balls. Two, i can continue to fight quietly this like a coward and wait for my next chance to fool around with the floozy or three, Tell her how i felt about this new form of castratio and see how we can come to some sort of agreement.
All of these solutions come with a price. The first, is simply for the sentimentally retaded. The second, is vulnerable to attack to the penis and possibly the end off my beautiful affair with the former. The third seems to be the best, but i cant help worrying about the serious repecusions that this method might have on the Cheril’s vagina. What if i break it, what if i ruin it? What to do what to do? But first i need to get some sleep. 7:09am

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