Vision Quest Page #6

Get off! It's over!

Medical default by Louden Swain

gives Louis Smith the win.

You didn't win nothing!

Come on! Right now, a**holes!

I'll wrestle you right now!

Good match, Dewey.

You got a problem, man.

I got a lot of

problems. So what?

You can't hold your mud.

You're a bleeder,

and I like to see blood.

Yeah? How about your own?

60 seconds on the mat,

you're dog meat.

Forget the mat. I'm ready.

Louden.

You'll never be ready for me.

I'm ready for you now.

What's holding you back?

Come on, you guys. Knock it off.

I'm going to let you

sweat it, wimp.

Who the hell is that?

Shute.

He's trying to psych me out.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Well, your dad

finally fixed up my car.

I'll give you a lift home,

unless you'd rather go

on the bus.

I think you've got

this Shute guy worried.

Why else would he be here?

He's the one who's

sweating it out.

Aren't you starving?

Yeah, but I'm used to it by now.

First time I've ever went

to a wrestling match.

It wasn't what I expected.

I guess I expected

some macho violence trip,

but it was all right, you know?

Guess I just didn't understand.

Do you have to go?

You can be an artist anyplace,

even here.

I don't like to think

about you being someplace else.

Louden...

Your dad says you're going to

get a wrestling scholarship.

He says you've got

a good future.

That's the first time you

ever called me louden.

I want you to know something.

I don't care if you're

making it with tanneran.

It's none of my business.

Tanneran's a great guy,

to tell the truth.

He could've played

pro basketball.

If I was a girl,

I'd probably be making it

for a guy like tanneran.

I'm crazy about the guy myself,

in a normal sort of way.

You nearly finished?

Yeah. Why?

Don't dog it, man.

Shute does 200 of these things

with his old man on his back.

Ever see Shute's old man?

How are you feeling?

I feel fine.

Honest.

It'll happen. It's

bigger than both of us.

Some detergent.

Watch.

Paying attention?

Ta-da!

Aw.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Oh, god.

Put your head back.

I think it's stopped now.

I've turned into a real bleeder.

You've just been

training too hard.

Look at your clothes.

They're hanging off you.

I want you to take

this weekend off.

Go visit your grandpa.

I've been worried

about him anyway.

I'd love to see him,

but I can't

start sloughing off now.

The match is Tuesday,

and I still got

2 1/2 pounds to go.

Where's grandpa?

He's got a little

place in the woods.

He hasn't been feeling well.

I'd go myself, but I've

got a job interview.

I'll go with you.

I get a kick out of old people.

Well... I could work out

a little up there,

and then there's always Monday.

This is my...

Traveling music tape.

I listen to it

and pretend I'm rolling

through a strange town

on some terrific

rendezvous with destiny.

You want some tea?

You come prepared.

I'm just waiting for the day

some millionaire

will get a flat.

I'll change his tire

and pour him tea.

He'll pay my way

through college.

He'll hit you on the head,

and you'll wake up

with an a**hole the size

of the Lincoln tunnel.

God.

What a realist.

I'm depressed.

well, she got up

every mornin'

and she waited in the cold

n' got on the stinkin'

yellow school bus

and did what she was told n'

and she stared

out the window n'

all the way

down to high school

n' she went to home economics

just like all

the other girls n'

n' studied chicken a la king n'

and peanut butter swirls

but she knew in her heart n'

n' had to be something better

somewhere n'

well, the boys

in the school

they was just

a bunch of fools n'

and they acted like

a bunch of dad-gum fools

but she went out

with this guy

'cause you know a girl

has got to do somethin'

showed her

pictures of his car...

do you ever stop working out?

You know, there's a nice thing

about working out all the time.

You have a lot of

nocturnal emissions.

You mean like wet dreams?

It's a great way to wake up.

I always have this one dream,

and there's this girl...

What girl?

I don't know.

Just some girl.

This your idea of turning me on?

No, of course not.

Is it turning you on?

Maybe.

Really?

Maybe not.

Want to know what turns me on?

If you don't mind.

Hands.

Really big hands,

the kind that

when they hold you,

you really feel held,

like nothing

can sneak up on you.

There's a gas station up ahead.

Right there?

You still cold?

Mm-mmm.

It's beautiful here.

Yeah, it is.

Carla, if I tell you

something about myself,

will you promise not to laugh?

It might help explain

something about myself.

Ok.

Then again, it might not.

I'm still a virgin.

I could've done it when

I was in eighth grade.

Five of us were in

this guy's basement,

taking turns on his sister,

who was crazy about

the idea, by the way.

Her name was Mary Ann.

I don't know, I...

I couldn't do it.

I felt sorry for her.

I was also scared to death,

if you got to know the truth.

I don't know why it's

so embarrassing for me.

Is it so terrible

for a guy my age

to still be a virgin?

Does it make him

a queer or what?

Of course it doesn't

make you a queer.

It doesn't make you anything

except what you are already,

which isn't half bad,

if you want my opinion.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Did you know that

sexual intercourse

burns up 200 calories

a shot, by the way?

That's one way to look at it.

I want to tell you something

even if it is none

of your damn business.

I never f***ed tanneran.

We just like

each other's company.

I make him laugh.

He makes me think.

We're like friends...

Kind to each other.

Well?

Nothing. I just find

it hard to believe.

Yeah, well, that's

what makes you a kid,

not that you've never been laid.

Getting laid counts for nothing.

Sure, if you're a girl.

If you're a boy,

it counts for just

about everything.

Good night, louden.

Good night, Carla.

There's my grandpa.

They give me these things

at the vets'.

Spoils of trench warfare.

They don't seem to

slow you down much.

Oh, hell, no.

I can hunt, fish, hike

in the god damn mountains,

I just take these along.

Might even feel like

doing some wrestling.

Find yourself some Indian

woman to wrestle with.

Alls you do is beat me up.

This is my year to be a hero.

Pop wants you to live

with us in spokane.

Tell your dad

thanks for the offer.

I told him you wouldn't.

City's all right

if you need what it's got there.

I got everything

I need right he...

Got my guns, my fishing poles,

these medihalers to suck on.

Grandpa, I'm glad I

get your blood in me.

Don't let it go to your head.

Your grandpa's a great old guy.

Bet he was a real animal

when he was younger.

Pop always says

I take after him.

I'm going to miss him.

I'm going to miss everything.

I already do.

You have a lifetime left.

Why waste it missing

what's already gone?

Does seem morbid, doesn't it?

I can't help it, though.

Somebody ought to put me away.

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