Scott's POV.
Three men, they were on a hill. They took pride in drinking white wine. And this was real because we sat in silence with those men. Knights! Princes! And we watched lights flicker on side of a skyscraper. The curtain was red and he spoke about his adventures. Who spoke about his adventures? Bob Pigeon. Of course it'd have to be Bob Pigeon.
Mike's POV.
Out on the street others walked and they had no idea the billboard was saying: Lies. They thought it was the truth but we didn't, no, sir. It's all false. The motel had a name, it wasn't important but the guy with Gucci was outside, face down and he held the bottles of wine, he couldn't get up. Who? I don't know, Bob, it was Bob, yeah, no, anyway:
"Help me!" he exclaimed, "this was meant to be important but I don't think they get it. I don't think anyone gets it, not even that one with love and three types of charming," he said. I agreed but I was so sleepy.
Scott's POV.
We were hungry, ravenous. I told my minions bread was much like us, cheap, available, on every corner. Like they didn't already know but they were impressed and said mine were wise words.
Mike's POV.
Scott made a list. Ordered us to go grocery shopping but noone went, noone cared about bread. Noone cared about anything.
"I am implying you are all useless, you cretinous felons," still noone cared. But I remember leaving. And I went to the store.
I am Mike. I can get a taxi. Taxi my way over there. But I can hear pointlessness being spoken about somewhere and a woman with two dogs walks by, they shit in this door way. I'll get a taxi soon, I swear.
Scott's POV.
I can get a taxi. Don't bother me, ones with balconies and paintings will pay my fare. I'm lazy. And I'm bored when I converse with them, I'm bored in bed with them.
Mike's POV.
No, it's ok with Scott, it really is or was. Or has been. But he isn't here. Tomato sandwiches and pain. That's all I see. But they're not tomato sandwiches, it makes me want to cry myself to sleep sometimes. Or not. Ever sleep listening to gusts?
Ever wake to same noise and think time has not moved because lighting's the same too and your friend's still in same place by your side but he's awake and never slept? Yeah, friend, there is no friend.