domingo, 9 de março de 2008

You’re chasing Amy....






HOLDEN: It’s not like that.

JAY: Well what’s it like then?

HOLDEN: Right now? I don’t know.
I love her. But she has a past.


JAY: I’ll say. Stuffin’ two guys,
eating chicks out. Yo - I heard
one time,she had this dog...


HOLDEN: Eat your fucking bagel already!


JAY: Look at this touchy mother fucker
right here. So, if you’re all in love
with her, what’s the problem?


HOLDEN: The problem is shit like that.
It was one thing when it was just girls
- that was weird enough. But now you throw
guys into the mix - two guys at once, no less.
All that experience...What am I supposed to think?


JAY: You think good; because now she’ll be all
true blue and shit. The girl’s tasted life, yo.
Now she’s settlin’ for your boring, funny-book-makin’ ass.


HOLDEN: Settling. That’s comforting, Jay. Thanks.


JAY: That’s what I’m here for.


HOLDEN: I’m lust having a problem with all of it
I can’t get it out of my head these visuals of her
doing all this shit. And I don’t know why I can’t
let it go. Because I’m crazy about her, you know?
I look at this girl, I see the future. I see kids.
I see grand-kids.


JAY: You’re scaring me.


HOLDEN: I’m scaring myself. Because I think
so much of her, and then I can’t get over shit
like ‘Finger Cuffs’. I don’t know what I’m doing.


BOB: You’re chasing Amy.


HOLDEN: What..what did you say?


BOB: You’re chasing Amy.


JAY: What do you look so shocked for?
He does this all the time.
Fat bastard thinks just because he never
says anything, that it’ll have some huge
impact when he does open his fucking mouth.


BOB: Why don’t you shut up? Jesus! Always yap,
yap, yapping all the time. Give me a fucking headache.
I went through something like what you’re going through.
Years ago. Same kind of thing with a girl named Amy.

JAY: When?


BOB: A couple of years ago.


JAY: What’d she ‘Live in Canada’ or something?
Why don’t I remember this?


BOB: What you don’t know about me I can just about
squeeze into the Grand fucking Canyon.
Did you know I always wanted to be a
dancer in Vegas? Hunhh? Bet you didn’t
know that?


JAY: Just cell your fucking story so we can get
out of here and smoke this.


BOB: So there’s me an Amy, and we’re all inseparable, right?
Just big time in love. And then about four months in,
I ask about the ex-boyfriend. Dumb move, I know, but
you know how it is - you don’t really want to know,
but you just have to... stupid guy bullshit.
Anyway she starts telling me all about him - how they
dated for years, lived together, her mother likes me
better,blah, blah, blah - and I’m okay. But then she
tells me that a couple times, brought other people to
bed with them - menage a tois, I believe it’s called.
Now this just blows my mind. I mean, I’m not used to
that sort of thing, right? I was raised Catholic.


JAY: Saint Shithead.


BOB: Do something. So I get weirded out, and just start
blasting her, right? This is the only way I can deal with
it - by calling her a slut, and telling her that she was
used - I mean, I’m out for blood I want to hurt her -
because I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling.
And I’m like "What the fuck is wrong with you?" and
she’s telling me that it was that time, in that place,
and she didn’t do anything wrong, so she’s not gonna
apologize. So I tell her it’s over, and I walk.


JAY: Fucking a.


BOB: No, idiot. It was a mistake. I wasn’t disgusted
with her, I was afraid. At that moment, I felt
small - like I’d lacked experience, like I’d never
be on her level or never be enough for her or
something. And what I didn’t get was that she
didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for that guy
anymore. She was looking for me. But by the
time I realized this, it was too late, you know.
She’d moved on, and all I had to show for it was
some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret.
She was the girl,I know that now.
But I pushed her away...
So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy...
So to speak.



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