FADE IN: woman and man.
She: I was in a Uber car, well, really Lyft but you get what I mean. Jamal, my driver, asked me what I do. I said nothing. No really, I said, “Nothing,” all nonchalant and shit. He took a second to understand, much like me, really, I mean who says that?
I said nothing. Ugh. What kind of despicable human, am I?
A week later, I’m at this yoga retreat and someone asked me again. I was just about to answer Nothing, when I stopped myself and took a gulp of my piping hot apple cider, burning my mouth. And I pretended I didn’t hear him, or maybe I pretended to react like I was still thinking about what we just talked about. I looked stupid, is all. Well, if I’m not sure what your intentions are, I’m going to blow you off.
I know damn well who I am. Why is it hard to say it, “Who me? Oh, sure, I’m an artist.” Or, “What do I do? I do greatness. I am greatness.”
Mohammed Ali would say “I’m the greatest,” so why can’t I?
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FADE IN: two surfers.
“I found this note on my phone that I never wrote.”
“What do you mean?”
“A notepad-note-thingie that said, ‘Things are getting interesting.’ Like, what the fuck?”
“I feel like I’m getting my identity stolen.”
“You would know if that was happening. You also get shit-faced a lot, so there’s that.”
“Yeah. There’s this guy in the music business who sent me an email with a legal document attached that said, ‘You better get yourself a good lawyer, see you in court.’ Like, what the fuck did I do? It haunted me. I got off Facebook, Twitter, everything.”
“Don’t let ass-fucks like that get in your way. Fuckin’ idiots, the lot of ’em.”
“I don’t know. There’s like, some darkness inside, you know.”
He rubs his chest.
And then: “Do you believe in Jesus?”
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It’s like the zoo when we watch animals.
Observing their natural behavior, well, as natural as you can get in a zoo.
Fit, pleasant to look at.
And I know what she must be thinking.
It’s swirling in her head like thick butter.
The, “Why did I do that?!” to the, “Well, that’s me.”
Yup, you’re right.
And we are all watching.
You gave us no other choice.
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