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January 1994: Voice Mail 6
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It's the machine. You know what to do. *BEEP*
"Hello Mr. Davis. We wanted to inform you that your results for your blood test are in. Please call Dr. White at 338-4322 on Monday between 3:00 and 3:15pm. Thank you."
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February 1994: Letter 7
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Dear Mom,
Thanks for sending me the pictures of Michael and little Susie. Send Cindy all of my love. I wish I could've been at the hospital for Susan's arrival but things have been a little difficult around here since April's passing. I guess you understand. Collins thinks that a new baby is just the thing to raise our spirits. I think we're all just dealing with it in our own way.
I invited Roger to move in with us. It seemed like the generous thing to do. Benny's been acting kind of weird lately, especially around Roger. At times I think he says things just to intentionally piss him off, no matter what damage it may do to anyone else present. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. He refuses to admit it but I think he and Roger have a lot more in common then he'd care to acknowledge. Maybe that's why I seem to be getting along with Roger so well - It's kind of like how Benny used to be. I think it could do them both a lot of good to talk to each other. April would've wanted it that way. But no matter what I say, both of them seem tenaciously resistant. Hopefully it will all turn out okay in the end.
Love,
Mark
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Reality Bites
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"What should we put on the answering machine this time?" Collins picked up the gadget and turned to Mark. Because of the never-ending changing situation of roommates, the machine was due for another update.
Mark didn't even look up and instead continued reading over a page of one of his screenplays from the pile that had grown significantly over the years. With a sigh in a monotone voice verbatim from memory he uttered, "At the beep, please leave your name, number and a brief justification of the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma and we'll get back to you."
"Geez man, how many times have you seen that movie? It only came out a week ago."
"Well it's just so quotable. `The Big Gulp' is the most profound invention of our generation. It's symbolic."
"You watch way too many movies." Collins gestured to the collection of used videocassettes piled up across the wall. Mark could be a regular Blockbuster rep if he wanted to.
"Yes, well they keep me sane." Mark continued scribbling away at the paper in front of him, continually writing and then crossing out and then writing some more. If there was one thing Mark was dedicated to, it was his work. Collins didn't quite understand it, but it was just the way things were.
January 1994: Voice Mail 6
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It's the machine. You know what to do. *BEEP*
"Hello Mr. Davis. We wanted to inform you that your results for your blood test are in. Please call Dr. White at 338-4322 on Monday between 3:00 and 3:15pm. Thank you."
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February 1994: Letter 7
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Dear Mom,
Thanks for sending me the pictures of Michael and little Susie. Send Cindy all of my love. I wish I could've been at the hospital for Susan's arrival but things have been a little difficult around here since April's passing. I guess you understand. Collins thinks that a new baby is just the thing to raise our spirits. I think we're all just dealing with it in our own way.
I invited Roger to move in with us. It seemed like the generous thing to do. Benny's been acting kind of weird lately, especially around Roger. At times I think he says things just to intentionally piss him off, no matter what damage it may do to anyone else present. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. He refuses to admit it but I think he and Roger have a lot more in common then he'd care to acknowledge. Maybe that's why I seem to be getting along with Roger so well - It's kind of like how Benny used to be. I think it could do them both a lot of good to talk to each other. April would've wanted it that way. But no matter what I say, both of them seem tenaciously resistant. Hopefully it will all turn out okay in the end.
Love,
Mark
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Reality Bites
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"What should we put on the answering machine this time?" Collins picked up the gadget and turned to Mark. Because of the never-ending changing situation of roommates, the machine was due for another update.
Mark didn't even look up and instead continued reading over a page of one of his screenplays from the pile that had grown significantly over the years. With a sigh in a monotone voice verbatim from memory he uttered, "At the beep, please leave your name, number and a brief justification of the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma and we'll get back to you."
"Geez man, how many times have you seen that movie? It only came out a week ago."
"Well it's just so quotable. `The Big Gulp' is the most profound invention of our generation. It's symbolic."
"You watch way too many movies." Collins gestured to the collection of used videocassettes piled up across the wall. Mark could be a regular Blockbuster rep if he wanted to.
"Yes, well they keep me sane." Mark continued scribbling away at the paper in front of him, continually writing and then crossing out and then writing some more. If there was one thing Mark was dedicated to, it was his work. Collins didn't quite understand it, but it was just the way things were.