Write, Mind

Have you guys ever seen ‘Bad Boys’? Of course Freddy. It’s a classic. Really great movie. Okay, so remember the scene when they’re in Marcus’ car and Mike gets agitated at how slow Marcus is driving? You drive slow enough to be driving Ms. Daisy. Driving like a bitch. I drive this car off of this bridge we’ll be two bitches in the sea, huh? Wouldja like that? My wife know I ain’t no Bitch… I’m a Bad Boy. Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha gonna do?! Or something like that. Jack reminds me of Marcus in that scene. Yeah? And you remind me of the Bitch. I’ve got a point though Jack. Oh do you? You can drive then Pissant. I asked you to drive Jack. Then ask Fred to shut it. Don’t call me Fre-- Shut it Freddy. I’m just saying ‘Delly’ can move faster than this. I assumed Jerrald wasn’t in a rush. What gave you that idea? Because you’re never in a rush for this part. I’m sorry, what part is this? Reclamation. Of? *Tch* He’s ...

There was no us, but there was love. There were no words. Half smiles and half hugs Bad jokes in between the Sounds of the crickets and Bug bites and just, silence. Impetuous emotion, Sadness and disappointment Feeling of love lost Abandonment of the old us That never did quite happen But oh, we were so close To being close. But there was love. It was unspoken and concealed Tough and  Unforgiven-- And forgiven. There was no closure. Unchanged brokenness Childlike loneliness Voided, avoided, misplaced-- Replaced. There was acceptance and Understanding... There was growth and serenity There was no us but there was love. If ever I thought anybody could find the words I couldn't, I'd pray it was someone I love. My prayers are answered a lot.

A large white room. A mahogany desk sits along the far wall with two leather chairs (Behind and in front of the desk, respectively). The desktop is empty except for a marble Ashtray. ‘The Boss’ is sitting behind it smoking a cigarette, an annoyed impatience plays across his face. He twirls the ashtray with his free hand clockwise rapidly. He stops. Begins the motion counter clockwise. Stops. Arthur is laid out on the floor, a Bowler hat clutched in his hands. His breathing is raspy and uneven. The Boss, growing increasingly irritable, gives the desk a sharp rap with his knuckles that bounces off the walls of the empty room… Arthur stirs and sits up, rubbing his chest. Arthur: What happened? The Boss: From what I can tell, Jack gave you the once over. [ He takes a long pull of  his cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray which he then slides to the corner of the desk, exhales, and continues ] May I ask what you said to him? Arthur: The bugger kicked me down a flight of...