A Broken Life Page #3

you could just sail forever.

But slowly, year after year,

my boat slowly sank

until l became

the stupid, f***ing moron

you see before you right now.

And then, bit by bit,

l became unable

to make even the--

the smallest decision.

Paralysis by analysis.

( laughs )

F*** me, man.

Paralysis by analysis.

Do you understand it now, Buddy?

You getting

an understanding of it?

- Actually, l only film, Max.

- Yeah?

Yeah, but l think you're wrong.

lt's 7:
00 a.m.

and we're on the bus!

Boarding the bus!

And what do l see?

What do l see, Buddy?

- l don't know.

- l see people just as exhausted as me.

People just as exhausted as me.

But sometimes,

l get up and give my seat

to a nice older woman, okay?

And l can tell--

l can tell

that she's nice. lt's something,

somehow, l can tell.

lt's-- it's somehow in the eyes.

lt says ''nice''!

You know?

But if she's not nice--

f*** her! l hold my ground.

l mean, why should

l treat an older b*tch

any different than l would

treat a younger b*tch, right?

But, anon!

We have arrived--

the sprawling metropolis.

lt's the working world.

And what is there?

l proofread

FedExed scribblings

of the supposed geniuses.

Oh, man. F***.

The world is f***ed up, man.

And this is the proof.

A good writer is by definition

a good wordsmith.

He's-- he's the equivalent

of a shipbuilder, right?

Talented, yes,

of course, but a thinker?

F*** no!

F*** no.

A thinker is like

a great captain, right?

But now

the wordsmith has somehow

become a motherfucking prophet.

lt's like calling a f***ing--

the-- the savant,

the genius!

F*** that!

And f*** 'em all!

But day after day,

week after week,

month after month,

l have to read this sh*t!

- ( sirens wailing )

- l have been conditioned

to accept it and keep

my motherfucking mouth shut.

Because that's the way

the world works.

That's the way

the system works.

Okay?

''Homostis stememis''--

motherf***er.

You know this word l'm thinking of?

''Homostemisisis.''

''Homostaseous.''

F*** it, l don't know. l forgot.

l have no idea

what you're talking about.

And then it's 1 2:00

and you run to the cafeteria.

But what for?

To chow down on garbage.

lt's food good enough

for moron zombies.

lt's good enough

for the beast.

Salt, sugar and fat.

Fuel to nourish the beast.

No matter how much you eat,

you can't fill the void,

but it's good sh*t, man.

lt's good sh*t

to nourish the beast.

But then, Buddy,

they start to disintegrate you.

You grow old.

Look at me.

l'm getting old, huh?

But then it's 4:
30!

But can't leave work until 5:00.

But l struggle

through the next half-hour.

And then it's 5:
00

and l leave the office.

l get on the same bus

and l meet the same people

with the same looks on their faces.

But now they stink, too.

And then you go home.

Hi. Then, oh, you collapse

in the chair.

l start to drink.

Eventually, you don't make love

to your wife anymore.

You feel wasted.

Your thoughts are just--

your thoughts are so disconnected.

Your mind is just full of hidden

thoughts, images, flashes.

You know?

Thoughts you can't follow

or swallow.

l-- l criticize

everyone else, you know?

l do.

But l'm the a**hole.

l'm a f***ing stupid a**hole.

Right? l'm the insane bastard.

lf you want to keep sadness away,

what better remedy than death?

But l'm the stupid--

the stupid a**hole.

l'm the f***ing--

( grunts )

l'm a stupid, insane bastard.

l'm a goddamn fool!

Never understood nothing!

l never learned anything or nothing!

Nothing. Everything was--

everything...

was, um...

broken.

- Everything was wasted.

- Max! Max!

Can we-- can we stop this?

This is crazy.

What are you doing, Buddy?

Are you filming me?

Jesus, keep filming.

Are you an idiot?

- God damn it, you coward, l'm fine.

- Hey, you guys making a movie?

- What?

- You making a movie?

Yeah. Something like that.

Well, what kind of movie?

lt's a student film.

( laughs )

ls this your star?

Yeah, l guess so.

What's your name?

( chuckles )

Your name's f*** you?

Come on, look, fellas, look.

lf you gonna be setting up shop

on my turf,

the least you can do

is answer me.

l'm talking to you, soldier!

- Okay, let's go.

- You're kidding me, aren't ya?

You're kidding me, right?

- You're kidding me.

- Let's go, Max.

You look like a man

who's flirted with death.

Am l right?

l've cheated

death so many times,

God, l wonder if l'm ever gonna die.

But you,

oh yeah, you're

dancing with death, aren't you?

Look, why don't you

do us both a favor

and go on dancing or bother

or f*** with somebody else?

- ( laughing )

- Please? Thank you. Okay?

Would-- would you

like to be immortal?

- ( sighs )

- Huh?

l'll bet you

if there was a contract

that you could sign right now

to live forever,

you'd put your name on it right now,

wouldn't you?

But there isn't, is there?

Anyway...

you're a solider, aren't you?

You're a solider.

- Yeah, it's in your eyes.

- Really?

Yeah yeah, l can--

l can still see it

when the desert explodes,

the sand mixed with the blood,

mixed with the burning oil

and all of the soldiers

glow like embers.

And then they're gone.

And the last thing that they see

are the palm trees

burning like candles.

No one to turn to,

no one to help,

no one to save them.

Because the end, brother...

- it's the ultimate outcome.

- You mean the ultimate horror.

Your word choice is awful.

- The ultimate horror, right?

- ls it? ls it the ultimate horror?

ls it?

Or is it the ultimate truth?

Hmm?

A man who has a gun

will eventually use it.

You have a gun on you, don't you?

( laughs )

Don't you?

Mm-hmm, oh yeah, yeah.

l can-- l can smell it.

- He doesn't.

- Hmm?

- He has a gun on him, don't he?

- Yeah.

- He has a gun on him!

- Hey, shut the f*** up.

Put the f***ing gun down, Max.

Oh, see? See that?

See how exciting that is?

- Huh?

- F*** yourself.

How many rounds

you got in there?

- l got two. One for you and one for me.

- Don't--

lf you don't walk away right now,

l'm gonna f***ing kill you

and your days

of cheating death will be over.

God damn it, get out of here.

( laughing )

Okay, soldier.

Just listen, soldier, listen.

Look, we're all just playing here.

- Oh, we're just playing?

- We're just playing.

Oh, is that what this is?

You and l are casualties of the war.

The war will never end.

Veteran:

We're ghosts.

Ghosts.

All of us.

Go ahead, put it right there.

Put it right there.

- Bud:
Let's go.

- Go on, get away.

Put it right there.

- Go ahead, put that gun right there.

- Sir, can you please--

That's all right, forget it.

Game over.

- Yeah.

- You win.

F*** off.

Go f*** yourself.

- lt's game over.

- You win.

You win.

F*** yourself.

A man with a gun will eventually use it.

( laughing )

Go f*** yourself, you bastard.

A man with a gun

will eventually use it.

Max:

l said go f*** yourself!

( laughing )

That was the last

bus ride of my life.

And l can't say

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