Before I Disappear

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Dear Vista, I've been meaning to

write this note for a long time

but as you know I'm not very good at

expressing myself. So I'll just say this.

I miss your smile. I would say that

I hope this note finds you well

but as these things go...

that won't be the case.

A few hours ago I found this

girl looking a little too peaceful

in the last bathroom

stall of The Devoe.

I didn't know what to think of it.

I checked her pulse, but...

she was gone

And the scary thing is she

reminded me a little bit of you

and just like you,

she left someone behind.

I'm sorry you had

to see this, Richie.

A beautiful young girl

dead on the toilet seat.

I mean, nobody needs that

kind of excitement am I right?

What do you owe The Devoe?

Because that debt is gone.

It's gone, Richie. Okay?

You and me, we're even.

The money you owe everybody else,

I'm gonna look the other way on that too.

You're like a son to me, Richie.

I feel like a father to

you all these years.

I know we don't hang out together but...

that's how I feel.

I really feel that way. I do.

Take this. That's on me.

You don't owe me nothin'.

Take that and...

Just... just keep what you saw here

tonight between us alright? Hey. Alright?

I appreciate that, Richie.

The world is a cold and lonely

place without you in it, Vista.

I just miss you.

And since you've been gone I've

been accused of being an observer

a user, a loner, a cleaner,

a failure and a fool...

but never a participant. No.

No one's ever accused me of that.

Anyway, I decided it's

time to call it quits.

The drugs no longer work.

I'm coming home to see you

and there ain't nothing

gonna stop me this time.

- Hello.

- Richie.

I need someone to pick up Sophia from her

school recital. Can you do this for me?

I know, I know,

we haven't spoken in a while

but I'm not gonna be able to pick her up

from school 'cause something's come up.

I'm just so f***ed right now.

I'm in a f***ed-up situation and

I need a favor on this one.

Say something.

Jesus Christ, I know you're

not doing anything important!

You want me to beg you over the phone?

This is me begging you, okay? I'm begging.

Listen, when you get there,

there's a password, okay?

Only she and I know it.

The password is "Chestnut."

Are you hearing me? "Chestnut."

Okay? Can you be there in 20 minutes?

Can you do this one f***ing thing?

What's it gonna be?

Please, Richie.

Okay.

I've had the privilege

of seeing these children

grow and move on to

pursue their dreams

and I must say, this class

has some of the smartest

and most talented

children I've ever seen.

So let's have another round of

applause for the 5th grade choir.

My name is Sophia Holy Hill.

And for tonight's recital, I have chosen

"Because I Could Not Stop For Death"

by the 19th century American poet,

Emily Dickenson.

"Because I could not stop for death

He kindly stopped for me.

"The carriage held but just

ourselves in immortality.

"We slowly drove. He knew no haste.

"And I had put away my labor

and my leisure too...

"Since then, 'tis centuries and yet

each seems shorter than the day.

I first surmised the horses'

heads were toward eternity."

Thank you, Sophia.

Let's give a hand...

I'm not done yet.

I will now recite the exact

same passage in Mandarin.

- Password.

- Chestnut.

Where's mother?

I have gymnastics

rehearsal in 27 minutes.

If I'm not there on time,

there'll be hell to pay.

After that, you've to escort me home.

I have a test tomorrow, I need to be home

by 7 in order to study for it properly.

If I'm not home by 7 p.m. on

the dot, there'll be hell to pay.

Well, now that we cleared that up

I don't know if you remember me

but... my name is Richard.

And I am...

your uncle.

I don't care.

So, what, you,

take school in the summer?

Yes.

What, did you flunk?

No, I'm skipping 6th grade.

You're skipping 6th grade.

Skipping 6th grade.

I loved 6th grade.

I loved it so much, I took it twice.

You don't have to go

beyond this point.

Okay, yeah.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

- Tell your mom I say hello.

- Goodbye.

Dear Vista you're not

gonna believe this

but I now feel worse

than I did before.

I'm not even kidding. Still,

my plan remains the same

but I cannot bear to

return to the red water.

I'm gonna try a softer

approach this time.

Something that won't

leave us quite a mess.

Normally, as you know,

I try to stay away from the pills

because of the adverse side effects

especially the paranoid delusions.

They're usually the first to surface.

I really hope it doesn't happen now.

Particularly the one delusion

where I owe people money.

Richie!

- Yeah?

- You got our money?

- Who is this?

- You know who this is.

And you know the number. It's $800.

$800?

Yeah, I thought it was $600.

No, that was yesterday.

Today it's $800.

Well, what if I give it to you tomorrow?

What's it gonna be then?

You won't have it tomorrow, Richie.

That's the point. You'll never have it.

- I'll have it tomorrow.

- Yeah? How you gonna do that?

Don't worry about it. Okay?

I'm gonna have it for you tomorrow.

I'm gonna have it for you

tomorrow at dinnertime.

- Dinnertime. So 5 o'clock?

- Dinnertime is 7 o'clock.

Dinnertime is 5 o'clock

where I come from.

Yeah? Well, I guess you

come from America.

I come from New York

where it's 7 o'clock.

You're full of sh*t. You ain't

gonna have our money by tomorrow.

- I ain't full of sh*t!

- You're so full of sh*t.

- You're so full of sh*t...

- You know what I'm full of?

I'm full of 20 sleeping pills,

you pile of dung sh*t.

So I'm gonna be long gone

by tomorrow comes around.

- What are you talking about?

- Yeah, that's right.

I'll be facedown in a

puddle of my own puke

by the time you show up here, okay?

So meet me up whenever.

5 o'clock, 7 o'clock, I don't care.

- I'm gonna be long gone, you understand?

- You f***in' psycho.

$600, $800, why don't

we just make it $1,000?

Go f*** yourself!

Richie.

Richie.

- I'm coming to see you now.

- No, that doesn't work for me.

We'll just see about

those sleeping pills.

- You come tomorrow night, dinnertime.

- You just stay right there.

I'm gonna be long gone by

the time you come around.

- I'm already in the building.

- What?

I said I'm in the building, Richie.

Bullshit!

There's a party going

on up there, right?

Yeah, Richie. Party celebrating

the longest day of the year.

Nah, there ain't no

party going on up here.

Oh, yes, there is. They're playing

music up there. I can hear it.

Yeah?

What song are they playing?

It's a good song, Richie.

It's David Bowie, I think.

Yeah, that's it.

It's "Five Years" by David Bowie.

I'm gonna shoot you in the

face with a bow and arrow.

She hasn't come home.

Mother hasn't come home yet.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Okay.

Well then, I-I guess

I'll try to make it over

there in a couple minutes.

There's no smoking in the lobby, sir.

There's no smoking in the lobby, sir!

Would you give me a f***ing break?

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