Descent Page #2

Come on.

It's a big void.

That's all right. You'll find out later.

Pepper, please.

Thank you.

You know I could

have been a concert pianist.

...by the time I was twelve

I had my own recitals.

Big hopes for little Jared.

And then?

I turned thirteen.

Somehow sitting at the piano not so cool

but hanging out in the woods

drinking and partying.

Yeah, like, why tickle the ivories

when I could be tickling the girls?

You wasted your gift.

No, just outgrew it.

It was too controlled,

not spontaneous enough for me.

Give me, give me a challenge

that's dynamic with bite and real risks.

I can do without

all the mental yo-yo-ing.

Bringing that music to life.

Yeah, two hundred years ago,

as it was being created,

that's when it lived.

Playing it now

is like resurrecting the dead.

Why hang on to the past

when I can create my own moments now?

Beauty like that is hard to find.

I have something I want to show you.

This is my sanctuary.

A place to go when

things get out of control.

I'm always sneaking up here.

It's like...

You ever feel you're flunking out

in every way and no one notices?

Ever feel that?

Sometimes.

Yeah, it melts away up here.

A trillion stars each with

its own planets, and its own moons.

Suddenly, it's hard to

take anything so serious.

Check this out. Come on.

It's beautiful.

Yeah, that's the sight that

clears my mind, and erases all my pain.

You ever been hurt before?

I've had my share of pain.

I kind of doubt it.

You're an expert on my pain?

There's just something missing,

that's all.

A sadness, an edge, maybe, I don't know.

That's all.

You wouldn't know.

I only mean that it's,

it's packed real low, you know?

It's deep, it's not for public viewing.

But why talk about these things?

Blah, blah, blah.

Everything's the same afterwards.

Right, the fact is he was a great guy.

He still is I imagine,

and every reason was solid

and structured, no loopholes.

Amicable in every way.

And the hurt's all in my head.

I need to get over it,

I know it, and I will.

There's always the stars.

Catch! Oh, she's a pro.

They still make these?

What happened here?

You and I don't mix.

The little squirt broke my foot once.

My cousin had a beat-up one,

plastic all stripped off.

I threw it straight up,

higher than all the boys,

and it flew right into the pool.

It became a big,

soppy sponge, real heavy.

And I tried stomping on it...

I found a nice Cabernet.

Never doubted I would come.

You never know.

You can put that down now.

Sorry.

Here.

We should take it downstairs.

Don't.

You tap, they die.

How's the air up there?

Up where?

You ever see how they look at you?

The boys.

Look at me how?

Like a juicy plum their dry mouths aren't

permitted to touch.

Is that right?

Their eyes get all helpless, needy.

I've seen that look in your eyes.

I'm a quick learner.

Like silk.

So fess up, where you from?

Baltimore.

That's not what I mean.

God, you're so goddamned perfect.

Little Miss Perfect.

Enough, Jared. I mean it.

Okay, I give in, let go.

Let go!

Off!

Off!

You like that, huh?

- You like that?

- Don't!

Get off of me.

F***ing savage!

Hairy. Hairy f***ing...

Sewer grease.

Look down at me, huh?

Look down at me, huh?

You f***in' maggot...

you f***in' nothing...

You f***in little... N*gger.

Little n*gger, n*gger with attitude.

F***in maggot.

You f***in maggot.

You f***in nothing.

N*gger with attitude.

Little Miss Sh*t.

You smelly f***in' baboon c*nt!

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh, you f***in baboon c*nt...

baboon b*tch... Oh God.

Do you lighten up.

Lighten up. Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

God.

SPRING:

It was a bright day like today

that I too began

my trek into the wilderness,

my odyssey into the wholly unknown.

It's for those of you today standing

at the precipice of your future,

preparing to tumble forward,

that what I'm about to say,

I hope, may let you soar.

Three words. Simple words.

So simple, in fact, they have

no meaning without context.

But understand them, believe them

and you too will live a life,

whether it be short or long like mine,

with no regrets.

It's these three words that society

and all others who are not

you unconsciously fear.

But, if you choose to heed them,

heed them carefully, quietly...

You... are it.

Take a second, think about it

but just know that no one else...

No one knows

what it's like to be you.

Hard as they may try,

other people see you

only in terms of their lives,

their experiences.

Don't let them decide

what's right for you.

Your every step is yours as is

the path you walk on.

Yours alone.

Hi honey.

Ow, your brain dead mother fell asleep

in the sun yesterday,

and now I'm a crispy red.

Ouch, you're bad.

He's calling me "Hyawatha".

He is so bad.

Anyway, we're really going to

miss you this summer.

Our first summer without our little girl.

I'm sure you'll have no problems

getting a job though.

You get along so well with others.

Never a dull moment, that's what I love.

Always on your feet, always keeping busy

...now that is retail.

This is just the beginning of

our busiest season.

Now everyone can fold,

but there is an art to it.

Now, if we want the piece to sell,

we have to care about the fabric.

Appearance is everything. All right.

See. Here, give it a try.

Now watch for those wrinkles.

Okay. Keep it loose, let it breathe.

Right, that's it. Good job.

So you go to Claremont?

I took a class there once.

That's where I met my ex.

Ron was his name.

I don't know how he got

in there he was so stupid.

Anyway, that's Ron, you're Maya.

He must have been the stupidest person to

ever graduate from there.

I mean, sometimes I sit home

and think about

how stupid he was and just laugh.

Oh, so stupid.

Oh really you had to be there.

I am just lucky he's gone.

I mean, even his name is stupid. Ron.

Say it enough you'll realize it.

Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron. Ron.

Anyway, that's Ron.

I thought you should know.

You guys are right. Total b*tch.

- Slammed.

- Mission impossible.

Leave it, okay?

Details?

It doesn't matter.

Come on, spill it, Johnny Tingle.

You're our only hope.

All right, all I'm going to say is

that I was so f***ing real,

that it, it hurt.

Share your pain.

Hit us with dialogue.

So cold that she didn't even look at me.

And I ask her,

"what do you do in your spare time?"

She says, "I fold. "

You got that in common.

F*** you.

You know, she told Seline,

that in her spare time

she likes to build houses.

This girl does not build houses.

She builds houses.

That's a "dykey" thing to do.

See, how am I supposed to score

if we're not even playing the same game?

Hey.

Going for refills?

How you feeling?

Fine.

I put her in the closet.

You know the rules, Adrian.

She goes out back.

I can't just throw her out in the street.

I just can't.

Sure you can.

Hey chica, you're with us.

You want an apple? I got an apple.

Where am I?

Where dreams come true.

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