Vision Quest Page #4

but still a world away n'

what I'm dyin' to say n'

is that I'm crazy for you n'

n' touch me once

n' and you'll know it's true

I never wanted

anyone like this ii

n' it's all brand-new n'

n' the feelin' in my kiss n'

I'm crazy for you... n'

not a half-bad dancer.

Thanks. I'm self-taught.

You here alone?

No. I came with them.

Who are the cowboys?

Just a couple of guys we met.

They look like

a couple of geeks.

Really? The one

with the mustache

was top rider at

calgary last year.

Still looks like a geek.

How did it go with the coach?

All right.

Listen, you want a ride home?

No. I'm going to stick

around a while.

This isn't the kind

of place for an artist.

Well, maybe tonight

I'm just a chick.

Thanks for the dance.

soon we two are

standing still in time n'

if you read my mind

you see I'm crazy for you

n' touch me once

n' and you'll know it's true

I never wanted

anyone like this... in?

Come on, Carla.

One more for the road.

You guys are crazy.

Thanks for the ride. Good night.

Your attention, please.

At 168 pounds,

from the sherman highlanders,

Matt maclean.

Good luck to you.

From the hoover panthers,

with eight straight

pins this year,

our defending state champion

at 168 pounds,

Brian Shute.

Shut e'. Shute! Shut e'.

Shut e'.!

Let's go, Brian.

Good luck, son.

Notes on

the Shuteimaclean match.

The 168-pound winner,

Brian Shute!

lunatic fringe

I know that you

are out there

n' you're into my head... tin'

"ah, as the heart grows older,

"It will come to such

sights colder by-and-by,

"though spare a sigh,

"though worlds of

wanwood leafmeal lie.

"And yet, you will weep

and know why.

"Now no matter, child, the name:

"Sorrow Springs are the same.

"Nor mouth had, no,

nor mind expressed,

"what heart heard of,

ghost guessed.

"It is the blight

man was born for.

It is Margaret you mourn for."

Well, what do you think?

Does anybody understand

a word of it?

Huh?

Louden?

This poem mean

anything to you at all?

Yeah, kind of.

I figure the girl

in the poem's about my age.

She's feeling sad

about the leaves

falling from the trees,

and the poet tells her

what she's really sad about

is that she's beginning to

realize she'll die someday, too.

The thing is,

she's already dying.

Is that a good thing to realize,

or would we be better off

not thinking about it?

I don't know.

Nobody likes to think about it.

I don't like to think about it.

But if you don't,

you might go through life

thinking you've got

plenty of time.

You put off the really

important stuff until later,

and before you know it,

there's no more time left,

and you've blown it.

That's not bad, louden.

Not bad at all.

Oh, by the way,

papers, everybody.

I want to see them tomorrow.

Hey, Swain.

Ok, I'll give it

to you straight.

I think I love you.

Oh, Jesus.

Drink this.

I think you're dehydrated.

Naw, I'm the victim

of a screwed-up

nitrogen balance.

Plus I think I've

contracted priapism.

It might be pathological.

Priapism? What's priapism?

The disease

of constant erection.

I read about it in

my rare diseases book.

Believe me, it's not funny.

The girl of my dreams

lives under my own roof.

I see her every day,

but she thinks I'm a kid,

immature, a dumb jock...

All of which is

more or less true.

I'm dying, Mr. tanneran,

like that girl in the poem,

only quicker and with a hard-on.

Carla?

Mr. tanneran, she's wonderful.

She's got all the best

things I like in girls

and all the best things

I like in guys.

Excellent!

Number-one man, arm on elbows.

Fireman. Ready?

Excellent!

That's the way to finish it.

May I help you, young lady?

Vvhoo! Vvhoo! Vvhoo! Vvhoo!

Louden, is that her?

Why are you wasting your time

with a f*ggot like louden?

Hey, come out here in the hall.

This place is the pits.

The smell in there

isn't even human.

You ok?

Yeah. Why?

I heard you fainted.

Oh. I had kind of a temporary

nitrogen imbalance,

kind of a sodium

depletion syndrome,

maybe some general

light-headedness,

maybe one or two other things.

Will you live, or what?

I'm just trying

to cut weight, you know,

trying to get down to 168.

I don't get it.

Why do you want to get smaller

and wrestle a small guy?

Vvhy not get bigger and

wrestle a big guy?

Big guys aren't better.

168 happens to be the toughest

division in the state,

maybe in the whole

god damn world.

I don't want to see

you starve yourself.

You're kind of like

a stepbrother.

What do you mean, stepbrother?

What would you call it?

Well, I don't know if I'd

call it a stepbrother.

I don't know how a

stepbrother supposed to feel.

Take care of yourself, ok?

Louden, I want to

see you in my office.

All right.

I do take care of myself.

I'll see you later... At home.

Stepbrother.

No good.

You're at 6% body fat.

Fellas told me you took a

nose dive in the hallway.

I feel fine, coach. Honest.

It was nothing.

Now, I remember the first

time you walked in here

and asked me to let you wrestle.

You still had hay in your hair.

What a surprise

you turned out to be,

darn near going the

distance your first year.

Well, this is your year.

You can be a state

champion this year,

but not at 168.

It's not in the cards.

I don't care about

a state championship.

I just want to wrestle Shute.

F*** Shute!

Pardon my language.

Three years, undefeated.

Nobody's even come close.

I saw him take

maclean for a fall

without even working up a sweat.

I didn't want to bring this up,

but if you're looking for

a wrestling scholarship,

this isn't the way to do it.

I'm kind of committed to this.

Well, it's not your decision.

It's mine, and the answer is no.

No?

That's right.

I won't watch you ruin yourself

and bring down this team

for some silly dream of glory.

Now go back to practice.

Make plans to wrestle

at your weight

or not at all.

Hey, dude, we're

sweating ass in here.

Where you been?

If you're on some ego trip,

that's your problem.

You're not a team player.

I got a bulletin for you, Otto...

Wrestling is not a team sport.

Vvhen you're fighting

someone faster than you,

there's not much a

team can do for you.

Come on, louden, you're

never going to make it.

Even Otto can't do that.

Oh, I could do it.

people talkin' n'

n' the way that

you've been livin' n'

n' ah, we always

wish for money

ij' we always wish for fame n'

come on, louden!

Go for it, babe!

some things ain't

ever gonna change n'

go for it!

it doesn't matter

who you are

n' it's all the same

what's in your heart

will never change n'

I can't do that.

Yeah!

it doesn't matter

who you are

n' it's all the same

m same n'

what's in your heart

will stay the same

n' it doesn't matter

who you are

all right, louden, you win.

I never had a wrestler

starve on me.

Don't be the first.

Way to go, louden.

do you remember

n' when you got

your lucky break n'

n' you're lookin' back now n'

and it seems

like a mistake

n' ah, we always

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