domenica 15 aprile 2012

Fiasco



Johnny and Terry drink beer in the sofa with the ballgame set on mute. It’s a cold night outside in Waco TX.

Remember that night John?

I was talking about my girlfriend.

Oh yes. But do you remember?

She’s beautiful Terry.

You hit the ball so good that you didn’t know it. It was like paradise on earth since then was it?

Yeah yeah…

Goddammit John!

Alright, pass the beer.

Here. That memory still shines upon us as the moon outside dude.

Right Terry, but it was a total fiasco.

What happened? Tell me.

Tara, my God she was a miracle that night.

Oh yeah. She was with me that night.

She’s never been with you, not really.

Oh yeah? And how would you know that? With your head up your ass?

You’re sure picking the right night to talk about this Terry.

I’m doin it for you sport. Well I tell you, me and your miracle girlfriend were doing the same thing in my car when you showed up with cokes and popcorn. We both didn’t have a job and used to hustle some money around riskin our ass everywhere while your  “miracle” was “not really” having sex with me.

Ah ah, that’s funny!

That’s how it went, and you can say it’s funny too, I agree with you. But don’t be blind for Chrissake!
Plus, you said it was a fiasco. And Johnny, did somebody ever tell you what a fiasco is?

Something bad?

Could be. And as a matter of fact it was bad for you that night.

Was it?

No no, it wasn’t… It was me who had shouted and cried and ran away as a kid when you saw what we were doin there.  Course it was bad, but it was for you John! For me it turned to be bad when I saw your face. Hey… Not that I didn’t laugh, I laughed as a motherfucker and she did too for a while. Your miracle girl…

And how the fuck she’s with me now?

I didn’t deny that. But it was just a night that turned out to be good at last, and it finally worked out for you.
What I don’t get is fuckin why you still don’t wanna accept it for what it was.

Cause it hurts maybe.

Yes I believe it does, but I believe it did for her too that night Johnny. She was virgin.

Oh c’mon now!

Hey, it was good too, she loved it at the same time.

Cool it!

Okay, you wanted to talk about your Tara now, the way she is today, but she is what she was too man, she is a product of it don’t you understand?? And you got a history too man, but you don’t wanna see it. You suffered man, in that parking lot you suffered, you dickhead! I enjoyed it and suffered, for you, later on I mean. But your shit always smells good don’t it? you never suffered right? You were Nostradamus that night, and I didn’t know Nostradamus could cry, I didn’t know that he could run away as a pussy. You hit the ball good that night Johnny that you broke your arm and once she knew it she started to love you for that, but in your mind that arm never broke so how the fuck would she love you know? Tell me!

And how the fuck would you know all that jerkoff?

Cause she told me. She couldn’t meet me no more after that cause what you did was the proof, the first one that you cared for her. And if today you are enjoying this miracle girl, well Johnny, thank God I fucked her! Thank God I fucked her! Otherwise I would be here alone today drinking my beer after listening to your sad excuses of not wanting to go out cause you had to see the ballgame. Fuck the ballgame, we are seeing it now together fuck-o! It wasn’t the ballgame, you were just sad, can you admit that you stupid fuck?

Shut up now, she’s calling me... Yes Tara. I’m with Terry watching the game. Yes sure… see you later.

What’d she want?

Waiting for me.

Good.

The bitch…

And they both laughed. Terry raised the volume and it was a bit of a better day in Waco TX.