Life Is A Bitch And Then You Cry
Soft porns. Hard porns. Cheap, silly love stories. Dreams. Love. Hopes. Jokes. Fantasies. Joe Morelli staggers out of the apartment building. The scorching pain in his hand has brought tears to his eyes. He can't stop thinking of meaningless words and things. He should have kicked down Stephanie's door. He's seen people do that in movies a million times. Plant your flag. Assert your claim. Mark your territory. Show them your true colors. Demand some respect. Why can't he just give up? Some things have changed. Some things are not going to change. This is a different Stephanie. Not the one who had fallen for him. The window is closed. The opportunity is gone. She was so cute and so lovely when she gave him her virginity. Sweet 16. Tender age. So full of expectation. So full of curiosity. So soft. So full of life. So unforgettable. The fire in her eyes when she ran him over with her car. The fear and loneliness on her face when she opened the door to find him there.
What did you want? What did you get? What do you expect, Joseph? Dare you fight with a broken hand? What are you gonna do with your broken heart? Your mother can't sleep without half a bottle of Wild Turkey. Your Grandma is bat shit crazy. Your dog is untrained and undisciplined. Your wedding has been canceled. You have no idea what the answer to the world, the universe and everything is. Your hand hurts like Hell. Your pride and ego have been bruised. You need to go to the hospital ASAP. You want your woman back. You need to stop bitching. Focus. Concentrate. Calm the fuck down.
He unlocks the door and gets in the car. He just sits there. He can't think straight. He can't see clearly. He feels torn. His stuffed with all kinds of feelings. He doesn't know how much time has passed. He doesn't notice when a sleek black car pulls to a stop in the parking lot. He pays no attention when a tall muscular man enters the building with a small bundle in his hand. The man comes out. The man drives away in the car. One by one the elderly residents return. The sky grows dark. He remains where he is, soaking in his sorrow and confusion, thinking of his life, his future, and his past. He has come a long way to become who he is. What was his mother thinking when she decided to do the deed on the kitchen table with the late Mr. Plum? How is this fair? What has he done? He did nothing wrong. Why is he the one to pay the price? He feels like crying. He leans back against the car seat. He closes his eyes.
Ranger and Stephanie come out of the building and get in the sleek black Porsche. The sexy engine roars. They drive away.
Joe Morelli, exhausted, beaten up and now soundly asleep, lets out a snore.