Critical Nexus Page #2

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under a microscope, this

whole time

you were busy living,

all I could do was wonder

how other people were seeing me.

If I never learned to be

who I was supposed to be.

Isn't that just as

bad as killing myself?

(CROWD TALKING)

(SCREAMING)

(PUNCHING)

(MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

This card isn't working

either, man.

Try this one please.

Alright.

Pssh. Nope.

Same thing.

Look, there's gotta

be something wrong

with your computers cause my

cards are all up to date.

No, the reader was

working well last night,

so I don't know what seems to

be going on right now.

Then again, these things do go

on a glitch from time to time.

So I'm pretty sure

it's not your card.

Do you have another

method of payment?

Sure. I guess.

OK.

How much is it?

Damn.

So it wasn't by

choice, but it was.

All he did was

pull over and ask.

After all those horror stories

you hear about little

girls and strangers.

Or of people finding razor

blades in their Halloween candy.

He asked and I got in.

I've been looking for

you for so long.

I know I can't ask you

to be the answer to a question

that I never had the balls to ask,

but I owe you. Believe me.

I knew what would

happen, didn't I?

So now I leave you

with these recordings.

So you can see what you've

made.

All I really want to do is

just take something innocent

and... and leave it that

way.

You know, just protect

it and watch it grow up

without, without getting dirty.

You are archivist,

historian, philosopher,

psychologist, detective, lover.

Killer.

I will find the intersection

of these two truths

and you will bear witness to

all that we are.

Now, you won't see

this before you get here,

if you come at all,

but, but if you come,

we have to go Mexico,

because we're both in big trouble.

I should start from the start.

(MUSIC)

You can ask, but

you cannot tell.

This is my world,

you're just watching it.

From now on your emails are

going to be deleted unread

and for those of you who are

still in my good graces,

this might be my last

cast for a while.

I have to leave sooner

than I thought.

Oh my God! Oh, dad, there's

somebody outside my window!

God damnit! Now it's

gone too far.

What? What? What's

gone too far?

My name is Eric Spunkmeyer.

It's a long and stupid story.

(MUSIC)

What's new, Charlie?

What the f*** is this?

What's that say?

Critical Nexus.

What's it mean?

Don't know yet. In the first

place, I don't what I'm doing

or who I'm doing it for.

Picture's off a website

that publishes local crime scene photos

that are too real to make the news.

Oh, I can't talk

about the spooky f***ers.

Ask me about the

regular f***ers.

I got a brother and

sister playing grab ass.

No, thanks.

So what's with all this

dumb drunk girls business?

Look, if it's all the same,

I'd rather not talk about it, alright?

We sold the website and all of

our collective souls.

They can have all of it.

But that's about all I

have to say about it.

Sorry, Chief. Six months

sitting at a bar

drinking together, I never knew

what you did for a living.

My curiosity got the best of

me. I was out of line.

I apologize.

That's OK. But I'm not proud

of everything that went down.

That's funny, a little money usually

makes the morals all better.

Nah. We don't own our

morals. They own us.

Getting rich ain't

always about being bad.

Take the a**hole who

invented the hula hoop.

A plastic circle and he got

richer than a French dessert.

Would you like another?

No, I'm OK.

And you know what, I bet he

sleeps better than I do.

I'm sure he does. Arthur Spud

Melon. Died in 2002.

Why do you know that?

This is uncool.

Don't lecture me about uncool.

You don't know

anything about uncool.

Whatever. What's her name

again? Exactly how old is she?

Look, her name is Laura.

Her ID says she's 21,

so everything's cool.

We're just treading water

in a whole ocean of sh*t.

You know the world isn't that

bad. I'm done with this sh*t.

(SIGH) I know.

My dad thinks I'm a

terrorist or something.

He checks my email, he

checks my cell phone bill.

He reads my notes. He

looks at my pictures.

For all I know, he

sniffs my underwear.

Look out, I have

al-Qaeda in my panties.

I have a VMD.

I know you'd like to sniff my

panties, DX and no

I won't send you any.

A girl has to draw the line somewhere.

No, KX, he doesn't know about

my blog.

But it's only a matter of time.

He knows a lot about

computers. It must be hard

making all those 0's and 1's

jump from the company computers

all the way down to Mexico.

JX wants to know why I call

everyone by their

first initial and an X.

Be nice to JX. Every one

of you was a newb once.

I don't know, JX.

Maybe it's because

it makes you a little

less real to me.

Or maybe because any of you

could be my ex-boyfriend.

I can't tell you my ex's

name. I never knew it.

No, PX, I haven't

started cutting again.

I just did that to, well,

keep watching. Maybe it'll

all make sense.

Sometimes I just feel so much

pain inside

that I have to make the outside

match it.

I don't know why I did it.

But everything's about

to change.

I don't know how. But it will.

But here's what I do know.

How to seduce a genius.

You didn't seduce me,

Katie. I let you seduce me.

So I have this little baby...

Thanks, Kevin.

See you get my 4G

and I get free shows.

Who got the short end of

that stick?

So tonight's contest...

If you were a computer geek,

what would I wear to seduce you?

Let's say the 5th comment

wins and I will

try my best to

accommodate in a private show.

I got everything. I'm

hardwired into your life.

Kevin! Would you please get off

that thing and come and eat?

I'm right in the middle of things.

Please set some aside for me.

Parobek's going for a

new max today, huh?

Oh yeah, working the

chest today.

Wimp weight and hombre'

secreto.

- What's up Elvin?

- Good day, Elvin.

So Wimp Weight, I bought

some smart bells for you

and I was thinking about offering

aerobics on Wednesday nights.

Interested?

Don't worry about me, Elvin,

I'll get where I need to be.

Not coming in twice a week, you

won't. You gotta want it.

Back in prison, I'd have

made you my b*tch.

Really? Didn't think you'd

ever go for a guy like me.

Isn't that sweet.

How are you?

Real good Elvin. But I'm not

going to tell you

about it, cause it would

only make you realize

how empty your own life is.

Ain't that some sh*t. Mark,

let me ask you something.

You one of those internet

millionaires, right?

I don't know where you got that

idea, but what can I do for you?

That's just the word on the

street. You ain't in computers?

The street's got it wrong man.

I was rich on paper once, but

then the dot com crash

f***ed me.

I wanna do a website that

just has movie clips on it.

Like all the bad ass stuff,

like The Magnificent Seven,

or Charles Bronson kicking ass.

I wanna play it on the

big screen up in here,

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