Post by Red Bull Icon on Aug 14, 2009 13:24:02 GMT -5
{The sun creeping into the hallway illuminates the way to tomorrow, but hides the threats of today as we begin following a longer haired younger faced Randy Boolzian down the hallway of this mothers two story house. Ran’s eyes are more sunken and outlined with the puffy darkness of surrender. His cheeks hallow but full of the manufactured toxin that pumps through his veins. Bloodshot, blistered, open wounds, eye drops, makeup, and long sleeved shirts. Better times.}
”I can’t believe Cory wasn’t holding. Asshole better fix his game cause I aint payin’ that much again for anything that comes outta some chics ass.”
{The obviously much younger Randy Boolzian clasps a small sandwich baggy in his hand as the very thought quickens his pace. Before we can catch up we notice, have to notice, the happy family pictures. Moments frozen in time to document the lesser half of the full story. Smiles, Christmas trees, birthday party’s, needles, pipes, rolled up dollar bills.}
”It’s a good ship, lollipop, it’s a good ship…”
{Finally reaching his destination, forgetting the lyrics, quickly running out of time as the sickness sets in, and opening the door Ran freezes before being able to enter the room. He froze long enough for us to catch up. He froze long enough for us to see Maddy sitting on a bean bag chair in the corner channel surfing. Ran quickly shoves the chemical love into the pocket of his stained and frayed pants.}
Ran- What are you doin’ here?
{A look of less concern than aggravation greets him as Maddy turns from the television. Her pale ghostly white skin stands out from the dark and dirty surrounds like the bald spot on a brain surgery patients head. And no more sad than the potential for it to all be over. The light at the end of the tunnel.}
Maddy- Well nice to see you too.
Ran- Huh? Oh, yeah well, what are you doin’ here?
{He hurries to the desk like structure made up of 4x1’s and cinder blocks to scoop a pile of unidentified incrimination into a small waste basket.}
”Fuck, it’s goin’ take me forever remembering where I put that spoon.”
Maddy- Ran, you need to stop.
Ran- OK.
Maddy- Don’t you want to know what you have to stop.
Ran- Might help. What are you doin’ here? I coulda come to the table.
Maddy- HA! Yeah and Ash wouldn’t mind his girl sticking up for him. How’d you do it?
Ran- You’re Ashton’s girl now?
”About fucking time one of them tells me.”
Maddy- Yeah, well kind of. He asked, I said yes. So how’d you do it?
Ran- What?
Maddy- What? Like you don’t know. You two finally get on his uncles card, and he spends his first match scratching his ass. What’d you do?
”Ha, he had itchy balls in front of everyone he knows.”
Ran- Me? You’re his girl. Maybe who’d you do is why he spend like 10 minutes beating off in front of his mommy and daddy. Oh, yeah, and make sure he showers real good before you two, well, knock dem boots.
Maddy- That’s not funny. He’s really upset. On his way right not to the doctor.
Ran- What? Because of itchy sac?
Maddy- What’d you do?
Ran- Fiberglass in his tights. Seriously though the douche deserved it. Mr. Football star and prom king and student body president and now he expects people to boo him? Seriously, he think people don’t be payin’ attention? Like all of a sudden they’ll just forget what he’s been doin’ for the last few years. Try to show me up ‘cause his uncle, his family, be in charge? Fuckwit got what he had commin’.
{His veins burn. His stomach turns. His head pounds. His pores start to open releasing the sweat as his teeth begin to throb.}
”Where the fuck is that spoon! Wonder if she wants to watch.”
Ran- Was that all you wanted?
Maddy- No, I thought, it was even clear to me why people were supposed to boo him and cheer you. His uncle hired those two as a team, and then had Ash’s partner turn his back on your partner. You and him were plants in the crowd, to help continue their story. People weren’t supposed to boo or cheer you or him. They were supposed to boo his partner and cheer yours.
”FUCK FUCK FUCK JUST GET OUT!”
Ran- Yeah I could give a shit. Team me up with that big blubbering idiot. More concerned with how his hair was or his rental property. Ash’s partner was the only one to get people to care about that team anyway, so they stick me with the lumbering loveable looser. Simple and content in letting everyone else do all his work for him. Hell I’d rather they team me up with his old partner. At least Mr. Misses looks like he’d be a little fun to watch. What with the split personality and weird images he talks about. I don’t know what any of it’s about, or even really understand it, but it’d probably would-a been more fun to listen to than pork belly futures.
Maddy- You didn’t like your partner so you put fiberglass in Ash’s shorts?
”Ha ha, itchy balls.”
Ran- Seriously, is that all you wanted?
Maddy- I thought you were his friend.
Ran- I am his friend. It was a joke. Funny to. But ah, I was gonna take a nap. So if that’s it…
Maddy- Yeah, that’s it.
Ran- Then unless you wanna, you know…
Maddy- Some friend.
Ran- Damn right. Get out.
{Young Randy has to put his hands in his pockets to try to hide the slight shaking. He bites his lip to stop the quivering. The salty essence leaks into his mouth as the woman of his dreams, his best friends girl, stands from the bean bag. She adjusts her long sleeve hoody, and with a smile walks towards the exit of his room.}
Maddy- Hey, you gotta any pot?
Ran- I don’t touch that crap.
(For a brief moment we’re overwhelmed with the anxious panic of a repeated mistake. From the blur, through the taste of blood, we see Grace Harding sitting on an amateurishly made steel and Plexiglas stool surrounded by cans of Rock Star and holding a new PS3 controller. For the briefest moment dirty uncontrollable thoughts emerge. Thoughts of Grace bent over the stool receiving a massive sixteen ounce pounding. We shake it off, BoolZ smirks briefly, then we watch as he walks into his repaired dressing room. His step hitched as it always is when confronted with his past.)
BoolZ; “Where’s my couch?”
Grace; “Well I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you win, maybe I’ll tell you.”
BoolZ; “Alright, but I gotta warn ya. I got a fifteen year old virgin with nothing better to do with his time than play video games and water my lawn coaching me.”
Grace; “Well good. Pull up some floor. The game’s Madden.”
BoolZ; “Football?!? You don’t wanna play Street Fighter?”
Grace; “Worried?”
BoolZ; “Yeah!”
Grace; “Scared?”
BoolZ; “Yes!”
Grace; “Good.”
(BoolZ crosses his legs and sits on the concrete floor of his dressing room mere inches from the smooth heavenly legs of Ms. Harding. A smile, content and full, slides over his face as he looks up at his friend.)
Grace; “Huh?”
BoolZ; “Did ah, did Moss take a shower yet?”
(Concern for her cousin barely masks the anticipated smile.)
Grace; “Oh no.”
(In his best Kool-Aid impression.)
BoolZ; “OH YEAH!”
(We’re looking, trying to stay focused, on a disgusting plate of fish bait sitting in front of Roxy Malone. She’s sitting not looking, trying to stay focused, on her ‘something’ Moss Edwards. Moss Edwards with his back to us sits looking, staring, at his ‘something’ Roxy while slowly trying to enjoy his ritualistic meal.)
Roxy; “Uhm…”
Moss; “What’s that?”
Roxy; “Nothing.”
Moss; “Nothing?”
Roxy; “Well. You’re not going to tell me what happened?”
Moss; “No.”
Roxy; “You look like a Smurf. A smurf who got into Papa Smurfs blueberry patch.”
(We adjust our view to put Moss center frame. His skin giving off a healthy blue hue. Moss quietly pulls out his cell phone, and begins to scroll through the list of contacts.)
Moss; “Method acting.”
Roxy; “Sure.”
Moss; “… ah, Randolph. Maybe you can help. Have you ever heard of the ‘Interrupting Cow’?”
(We’re back in BoolZ’s dressing room. We catch a glimpse of the game in progress. 56-0 Grace at the end of the first quarter. It doesn’t matter though as BoolZ is beamingly relaxed. His phone rings, he answers, then a satisfied expression storms forward, then confusion, and finally he pulls the phone from his ear.)
Moss Edwards on the Phone; “MMMOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
(Ear to ear teeth is all we see from BoolZ. Suspect is all we see from Grace. RBI looks up at Moss’s P.A. cousin, and plain as day is obviously dying to tell her.)
Grace; “What did you do?”
(BoolZ shakes his head as impossibly the smile grows.)
BoolZ; “There were three of us.”
Television Stand; “Hyuk Hyuk Hyuk!”
(A smile from Grace. A slow fade to an off white gray. And then a rotund bald silhouette with double chin creeps into the shot as the scene ends.)
”I can’t believe Cory wasn’t holding. Asshole better fix his game cause I aint payin’ that much again for anything that comes outta some chics ass.”
{The obviously much younger Randy Boolzian clasps a small sandwich baggy in his hand as the very thought quickens his pace. Before we can catch up we notice, have to notice, the happy family pictures. Moments frozen in time to document the lesser half of the full story. Smiles, Christmas trees, birthday party’s, needles, pipes, rolled up dollar bills.}
”It’s a good ship, lollipop, it’s a good ship…”
{Finally reaching his destination, forgetting the lyrics, quickly running out of time as the sickness sets in, and opening the door Ran freezes before being able to enter the room. He froze long enough for us to catch up. He froze long enough for us to see Maddy sitting on a bean bag chair in the corner channel surfing. Ran quickly shoves the chemical love into the pocket of his stained and frayed pants.}
Ran- What are you doin’ here?
{A look of less concern than aggravation greets him as Maddy turns from the television. Her pale ghostly white skin stands out from the dark and dirty surrounds like the bald spot on a brain surgery patients head. And no more sad than the potential for it to all be over. The light at the end of the tunnel.}
Maddy- Well nice to see you too.
Ran- Huh? Oh, yeah well, what are you doin’ here?
{He hurries to the desk like structure made up of 4x1’s and cinder blocks to scoop a pile of unidentified incrimination into a small waste basket.}
”Fuck, it’s goin’ take me forever remembering where I put that spoon.”
Maddy- Ran, you need to stop.
Ran- OK.
Maddy- Don’t you want to know what you have to stop.
Ran- Might help. What are you doin’ here? I coulda come to the table.
Maddy- HA! Yeah and Ash wouldn’t mind his girl sticking up for him. How’d you do it?
Ran- You’re Ashton’s girl now?
”About fucking time one of them tells me.”
Maddy- Yeah, well kind of. He asked, I said yes. So how’d you do it?
Ran- What?
Maddy- What? Like you don’t know. You two finally get on his uncles card, and he spends his first match scratching his ass. What’d you do?
”Ha, he had itchy balls in front of everyone he knows.”
Ran- Me? You’re his girl. Maybe who’d you do is why he spend like 10 minutes beating off in front of his mommy and daddy. Oh, yeah, and make sure he showers real good before you two, well, knock dem boots.
Maddy- That’s not funny. He’s really upset. On his way right not to the doctor.
Ran- What? Because of itchy sac?
Maddy- What’d you do?
Ran- Fiberglass in his tights. Seriously though the douche deserved it. Mr. Football star and prom king and student body president and now he expects people to boo him? Seriously, he think people don’t be payin’ attention? Like all of a sudden they’ll just forget what he’s been doin’ for the last few years. Try to show me up ‘cause his uncle, his family, be in charge? Fuckwit got what he had commin’.
{His veins burn. His stomach turns. His head pounds. His pores start to open releasing the sweat as his teeth begin to throb.}
”Where the fuck is that spoon! Wonder if she wants to watch.”
Ran- Was that all you wanted?
Maddy- No, I thought, it was even clear to me why people were supposed to boo him and cheer you. His uncle hired those two as a team, and then had Ash’s partner turn his back on your partner. You and him were plants in the crowd, to help continue their story. People weren’t supposed to boo or cheer you or him. They were supposed to boo his partner and cheer yours.
”FUCK FUCK FUCK JUST GET OUT!”
Ran- Yeah I could give a shit. Team me up with that big blubbering idiot. More concerned with how his hair was or his rental property. Ash’s partner was the only one to get people to care about that team anyway, so they stick me with the lumbering loveable looser. Simple and content in letting everyone else do all his work for him. Hell I’d rather they team me up with his old partner. At least Mr. Misses looks like he’d be a little fun to watch. What with the split personality and weird images he talks about. I don’t know what any of it’s about, or even really understand it, but it’d probably would-a been more fun to listen to than pork belly futures.
Maddy- You didn’t like your partner so you put fiberglass in Ash’s shorts?
”Ha ha, itchy balls.”
Ran- Seriously, is that all you wanted?
Maddy- I thought you were his friend.
Ran- I am his friend. It was a joke. Funny to. But ah, I was gonna take a nap. So if that’s it…
Maddy- Yeah, that’s it.
Ran- Then unless you wanna, you know…
Maddy- Some friend.
Ran- Damn right. Get out.
{Young Randy has to put his hands in his pockets to try to hide the slight shaking. He bites his lip to stop the quivering. The salty essence leaks into his mouth as the woman of his dreams, his best friends girl, stands from the bean bag. She adjusts her long sleeve hoody, and with a smile walks towards the exit of his room.}
Maddy- Hey, you gotta any pot?
Ran- I don’t touch that crap.
(For a brief moment we’re overwhelmed with the anxious panic of a repeated mistake. From the blur, through the taste of blood, we see Grace Harding sitting on an amateurishly made steel and Plexiglas stool surrounded by cans of Rock Star and holding a new PS3 controller. For the briefest moment dirty uncontrollable thoughts emerge. Thoughts of Grace bent over the stool receiving a massive sixteen ounce pounding. We shake it off, BoolZ smirks briefly, then we watch as he walks into his repaired dressing room. His step hitched as it always is when confronted with his past.)
BoolZ; “Where’s my couch?”
Grace; “Well I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you win, maybe I’ll tell you.”
BoolZ; “Alright, but I gotta warn ya. I got a fifteen year old virgin with nothing better to do with his time than play video games and water my lawn coaching me.”
Grace; “Well good. Pull up some floor. The game’s Madden.”
BoolZ; “Football?!? You don’t wanna play Street Fighter?”
Grace; “Worried?”
BoolZ; “Yeah!”
Grace; “Scared?”
BoolZ; “Yes!”
Grace; “Good.”
(BoolZ crosses his legs and sits on the concrete floor of his dressing room mere inches from the smooth heavenly legs of Ms. Harding. A smile, content and full, slides over his face as he looks up at his friend.)
Grace; “Huh?”
BoolZ; “Did ah, did Moss take a shower yet?”
(Concern for her cousin barely masks the anticipated smile.)
Grace; “Oh no.”
(In his best Kool-Aid impression.)
BoolZ; “OH YEAH!”
~*~*~
(We’re looking, trying to stay focused, on a disgusting plate of fish bait sitting in front of Roxy Malone. She’s sitting not looking, trying to stay focused, on her ‘something’ Moss Edwards. Moss Edwards with his back to us sits looking, staring, at his ‘something’ Roxy while slowly trying to enjoy his ritualistic meal.)
Roxy; “Uhm…”
Moss; “What’s that?”
Roxy; “Nothing.”
Moss; “Nothing?”
Roxy; “Well. You’re not going to tell me what happened?”
Moss; “No.”
Roxy; “You look like a Smurf. A smurf who got into Papa Smurfs blueberry patch.”
(We adjust our view to put Moss center frame. His skin giving off a healthy blue hue. Moss quietly pulls out his cell phone, and begins to scroll through the list of contacts.)
Moss; “Method acting.”
Roxy; “Sure.”
Moss; “… ah, Randolph. Maybe you can help. Have you ever heard of the ‘Interrupting Cow’?”
~*~*~
(We’re back in BoolZ’s dressing room. We catch a glimpse of the game in progress. 56-0 Grace at the end of the first quarter. It doesn’t matter though as BoolZ is beamingly relaxed. His phone rings, he answers, then a satisfied expression storms forward, then confusion, and finally he pulls the phone from his ear.)
Moss Edwards on the Phone; “MMMOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
(Ear to ear teeth is all we see from BoolZ. Suspect is all we see from Grace. RBI looks up at Moss’s P.A. cousin, and plain as day is obviously dying to tell her.)
Grace; “What did you do?”
(BoolZ shakes his head as impossibly the smile grows.)
BoolZ; “There were three of us.”
Television Stand; “Hyuk Hyuk Hyuk!”
(A smile from Grace. A slow fade to an off white gray. And then a rotund bald silhouette with double chin creeps into the shot as the scene ends.)
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