Post by Tommy Victor on Jun 5, 2010 22:34:11 GMT -6
Sitting on an airplane looking out the window. Sprinkling raindrops splash to the wing and shatter into the wind of the noon sky. It's slowly becoming afternoon and the sun trys to shine in spite of the inevitable downpour. This may be the last time we see the sun for days, and if your life were to end....
Time goes by so fast these day. It was maybe eight months ago I made my debut in nCw. Then two months later I left, and now six months later I've been back for a few months trying to find something I lost over this short period of time. I keep talking and talking about these changes I've been through and keep going through, and I'm really getting sick of it.
But the truth is, there's a reason I keep talking about it: I can't handle it. I can't handle the sub-human person I've become. I used to stand for truth, justice, and the American way. I've always thought of myself as a John Wayne type. A hero. But now I'm more like a Klau Kiniski type-cast then what I've thought I was.
It sorta happened over a period of time, but if you look at the cover you see that one loss and I exploded into rage, but in reality I've been looking into that mirror for months now and trying to figure out what went wrong. A John Wayne wouldn't have his kids taken away forever; he's a good guy and a hero, or at least the characters he plays are. That's more what I'm talking about.
To myself I was that character, but something happened or I did something that led to this collapse...I know it. This can't have happened cause I was a little neglectful! What have I done wrong?!
I'm trying to look back and piece it all together. I haven't slept in a month and I'm getting really tired, but I can't sleep. If you look at my face you can see the very heavy bags. It almost looks like I have two black eyes, and my skin is changing to a different color. The worst part is I'm away and still very conciouss right now. I can't say how long this will last.
I think I think I can sleep again when it all fits and makes sense, but right now it really doesn't. And there's no-one to cry to...no place to go home.
A forewarning to everybody; I might be a monster. I may have done something unspeakable, and when I find out I might not be able to control myself, and I most definitely won't be able to guarantee the safety of myself or others...so sleep while you can, cause things are going to get very difficult to handle sooner or later...
The plane starts descending for its landing.
In the meantime, I'm going to do what I've been saying I'm going to do: take the title from Doc. Whether or not I'm talking straight now has no bearing on how different I become or what I've said. This is a rarity these days where I can think clearly. The next time I cut a promo this Tommy Victor, a person who's trying hard to make sense of it all, more than likely will be dead and gone....so I'm scared right now about that. Really scared. I have a sickly nervous feeling in my stomach. I am losing control again. Sorry Doc.
We see an outside shot of the plane landing.
Time goes by so fast these day. It was maybe eight months ago I made my debut in nCw. Then two months later I left, and now six months later I've been back for a few months trying to find something I lost over this short period of time. I keep talking and talking about these changes I've been through and keep going through, and I'm really getting sick of it.
But the truth is, there's a reason I keep talking about it: I can't handle it. I can't handle the sub-human person I've become. I used to stand for truth, justice, and the American way. I've always thought of myself as a John Wayne type. A hero. But now I'm more like a Klau Kiniski type-cast then what I've thought I was.
It sorta happened over a period of time, but if you look at the cover you see that one loss and I exploded into rage, but in reality I've been looking into that mirror for months now and trying to figure out what went wrong. A John Wayne wouldn't have his kids taken away forever; he's a good guy and a hero, or at least the characters he plays are. That's more what I'm talking about.
To myself I was that character, but something happened or I did something that led to this collapse...I know it. This can't have happened cause I was a little neglectful! What have I done wrong?!
I'm trying to look back and piece it all together. I haven't slept in a month and I'm getting really tired, but I can't sleep. If you look at my face you can see the very heavy bags. It almost looks like I have two black eyes, and my skin is changing to a different color. The worst part is I'm away and still very conciouss right now. I can't say how long this will last.
I think I think I can sleep again when it all fits and makes sense, but right now it really doesn't. And there's no-one to cry to...no place to go home.
A forewarning to everybody; I might be a monster. I may have done something unspeakable, and when I find out I might not be able to control myself, and I most definitely won't be able to guarantee the safety of myself or others...so sleep while you can, cause things are going to get very difficult to handle sooner or later...
The plane starts descending for its landing.
In the meantime, I'm going to do what I've been saying I'm going to do: take the title from Doc. Whether or not I'm talking straight now has no bearing on how different I become or what I've said. This is a rarity these days where I can think clearly. The next time I cut a promo this Tommy Victor, a person who's trying hard to make sense of it all, more than likely will be dead and gone....so I'm scared right now about that. Really scared. I have a sickly nervous feeling in my stomach. I am losing control again. Sorry Doc.
We see an outside shot of the plane landing.