Post by Chris Gardner on Feb 2, 2011 14:59:40 GMT -6
A jail, somewhere in America.
It was the first time in a long year since I last entered this place. It's not like I'm really supposed to be here. I just want to get something straight. It's visit day, and as I step into the burdensome corridors of this prison, I question myself if I really should have come here.
So I'm inside this little chamber made specifically for communication, with a thick glass separating me from my father. Yes, you read it right, I'm visiting my own father in jail. And whenever I see his face, I wish I didn't do it. But it's just too late. I have a couple of things to get straight with the old man by now. Maybe I can rush with this entire conversation, so I can get rid of him quickly.
Christian: Why were you calling my office?
My father, a former American Marine with a somewhat Pinay descent, was convicted after he tried raping his own daughter, my sister Alysson Gardner, under the influence of the disgust of knowing his youngest offspring is lesbian. A disgusting excuse anywhere in the world, no matter if you hate gay people or not. Also, his resume of offenses to our family is anything but small.
Marwan: I need a lawyer. I need you to get me out of here.
Christian: Why in bloody hell would I help you after you ditched mom for booze and hookers? After you slapped your own daughter-in-law across the face and tried raping your daughter? You're disgusting.
Marwan: Don't you call that pink-furred piece of dog crap my daughter-in-law. She never was, and I'll never accept it.
I sigh deeply. He's still delusional.
Christian: This is why Alysson never visited you since you got arrested.
Marwan: Don't be a hypocrite! If you had a daughter and she grew up to be a g**damn carpet muncher, would you approve of it?!
My father doesn't know I'm married and I actually do have a daughter. If he knew Alysson was already teaching her to be accepting of differences, he'd riot. Holy Buddha in a stick - I'd never hear the end of it.
Christian: Is that it? You just wanted me to get you a lawyer?
Marwan: Could I ask for something else from my son? You're the only one I can rely on right now, Chris! For heavens' sake!
Christian: What do you have to say to ensure me that you're not getting out of bail just to go rape Alysson again?
Silence. As I expected.
Christian: My answer is no. Have a good day.
As I get up from the chair and make my way out of the room, the old man gets desperate.
Marwan: Chris! Christian!!! You can't leave your fricking father behind!
I sigh, but I ignore. He left our family behind so many times, it verged comedy.
Marwan: All I want is your forgiveness!
I stop dead in my track and come back. That's an interesting thing to hear, even though I know the old bastard's got something up his sleeve.
Christian: ... forgiveness, huh?
Marwan: Yes. I'm sure you, my son, are married to a wonderful woman and are developing a marvelous family, as well as Alysson, and I can't live through the rest of my life without being part of it.
I shake my head negatively.
Christian: You're right about me being married, but as for Alysson, she's still dating the one woman you just called "a pink furred piece of dog crap", and they're very happy with it.
My father's expression turns to sheer hate as he pictures his daughter making out with anothe woman. Too bad for him. This time, I just leave, and ignore his screams. It's not like there's a thing he could say or do right now that would make me or Alysson be able to forgive him in any way.
The pale light of a lantern illuminating my face from the bottom up is the only thing that can be seen in this scene as we start this promo. The location of this scene is obviously unknown, as I'm being surrounded by a complete, seemingly neverending void.
One's got to have the heart and soul of a champion and the patience of a debutee to reach greatness.
For three times I've heard a bell ring as a convocation to action. For three times, I heard this same bell ring to announce me as a victor. Many other cockier, cheekier wrestlers would brag about being undefeated and how much a piece of cake would it be for them to keep on track, specially with a Championship Match on their supposed road to glory. Well... Not me. I live for the moment and, as the moments accumulate, I can't help but feel that, throughout my path to where I am right now, I've accomplished more than just being three-and-oh. For a rather silent rookie, I understand I may have touched some wounds and made a couple of people mad. But, hey - that's the price of honesty, huh? Fair play's a bitch.
As of this time, I would like nothing else than saying thank you for all the people that have been supporting me lately, and all the nice words. It's not like I'm going to let the thought of it get to my head, but it's always nice to know that I'm game to the legendary wrestlers that have stepped in the ring I stand right now. For the people that love me, my highest regards.
Wht do I speak like this? Well... It's mostly because I'm on my way to a journey that I may not come back alive and fully sane from.
I let out a deep sigh. It's something that, deep inside of my heart, I'm a bit scared of. But, in all honesty, we all know it's something I have got to do.
So, for the next few days, if you happen to see me acting all gay around, it's because of this mission I have cast upon myself.
It's a g-damn trip to the mind of a mindless man.
And there I go, flushing the deep climate of this promo down the toilet. What's it so scary about the mind of Lex Sense? It ain't even there.
It's not going to be the first time I have to share the ring with a psychotic sociopath, so your try at being awesome menas no news to me whatsoever. What IS new to me is that I am not having to deal with some kind of necrofiliac cannibal that wears cirrhosised livers for a necklace, but just a man that thinks he's the Boogeyman. Which makes me suspect we have a brand new kind of psychopathy right here in front of us! Do we have a diagnosis, doctor?
A video footage worth 3 seconds is then shown.
Back to my mug.
Heh... Ok, now - jokes aside, Lex... Let's set this record straight. You can hit me with the belt time and time again. You can bust my head open and clean your boots with my blood for all I care. What happens next is me coming back for more. I'm a rough player, and I'm more than eager to prove it. Also, I've seen craploads of cloudcuckoolanders like you running stunts inside a ring, so your modus operandi is no mystery.
It comes down to one word - one concept, and one only. The one you lack completely... But you were kind enough to write it on my face.
The camera focus on my forehead, where the marks of the belt that was smashed into it were still beveled, bright red on my British-like white expression. It read "HONOR".
Who knows? Maybe you really ARE seeing the future.
I turn of the lantern. Dive into black.
Rock out.
It was the first time in a long year since I last entered this place. It's not like I'm really supposed to be here. I just want to get something straight. It's visit day, and as I step into the burdensome corridors of this prison, I question myself if I really should have come here.
So I'm inside this little chamber made specifically for communication, with a thick glass separating me from my father. Yes, you read it right, I'm visiting my own father in jail. And whenever I see his face, I wish I didn't do it. But it's just too late. I have a couple of things to get straight with the old man by now. Maybe I can rush with this entire conversation, so I can get rid of him quickly.
Christian: Why were you calling my office?
My father, a former American Marine with a somewhat Pinay descent, was convicted after he tried raping his own daughter, my sister Alysson Gardner, under the influence of the disgust of knowing his youngest offspring is lesbian. A disgusting excuse anywhere in the world, no matter if you hate gay people or not. Also, his resume of offenses to our family is anything but small.
Marwan: I need a lawyer. I need you to get me out of here.
Christian: Why in bloody hell would I help you after you ditched mom for booze and hookers? After you slapped your own daughter-in-law across the face and tried raping your daughter? You're disgusting.
Marwan: Don't you call that pink-furred piece of dog crap my daughter-in-law. She never was, and I'll never accept it.
I sigh deeply. He's still delusional.
Christian: This is why Alysson never visited you since you got arrested.
Marwan: Don't be a hypocrite! If you had a daughter and she grew up to be a g**damn carpet muncher, would you approve of it?!
My father doesn't know I'm married and I actually do have a daughter. If he knew Alysson was already teaching her to be accepting of differences, he'd riot. Holy Buddha in a stick - I'd never hear the end of it.
Christian: Is that it? You just wanted me to get you a lawyer?
Marwan: Could I ask for something else from my son? You're the only one I can rely on right now, Chris! For heavens' sake!
Christian: What do you have to say to ensure me that you're not getting out of bail just to go rape Alysson again?
Silence. As I expected.
Christian: My answer is no. Have a good day.
As I get up from the chair and make my way out of the room, the old man gets desperate.
Marwan: Chris! Christian!!! You can't leave your fricking father behind!
I sigh, but I ignore. He left our family behind so many times, it verged comedy.
Marwan: All I want is your forgiveness!
I stop dead in my track and come back. That's an interesting thing to hear, even though I know the old bastard's got something up his sleeve.
Christian: ... forgiveness, huh?
Marwan: Yes. I'm sure you, my son, are married to a wonderful woman and are developing a marvelous family, as well as Alysson, and I can't live through the rest of my life without being part of it.
I shake my head negatively.
Christian: You're right about me being married, but as for Alysson, she's still dating the one woman you just called "a pink furred piece of dog crap", and they're very happy with it.
My father's expression turns to sheer hate as he pictures his daughter making out with anothe woman. Too bad for him. This time, I just leave, and ignore his screams. It's not like there's a thing he could say or do right now that would make me or Alysson be able to forgive him in any way.
The pale light of a lantern illuminating my face from the bottom up is the only thing that can be seen in this scene as we start this promo. The location of this scene is obviously unknown, as I'm being surrounded by a complete, seemingly neverending void.
One's got to have the heart and soul of a champion and the patience of a debutee to reach greatness.
For three times I've heard a bell ring as a convocation to action. For three times, I heard this same bell ring to announce me as a victor. Many other cockier, cheekier wrestlers would brag about being undefeated and how much a piece of cake would it be for them to keep on track, specially with a Championship Match on their supposed road to glory. Well... Not me. I live for the moment and, as the moments accumulate, I can't help but feel that, throughout my path to where I am right now, I've accomplished more than just being three-and-oh. For a rather silent rookie, I understand I may have touched some wounds and made a couple of people mad. But, hey - that's the price of honesty, huh? Fair play's a bitch.
As of this time, I would like nothing else than saying thank you for all the people that have been supporting me lately, and all the nice words. It's not like I'm going to let the thought of it get to my head, but it's always nice to know that I'm game to the legendary wrestlers that have stepped in the ring I stand right now. For the people that love me, my highest regards.
Wht do I speak like this? Well... It's mostly because I'm on my way to a journey that I may not come back alive and fully sane from.
I let out a deep sigh. It's something that, deep inside of my heart, I'm a bit scared of. But, in all honesty, we all know it's something I have got to do.
So, for the next few days, if you happen to see me acting all gay around, it's because of this mission I have cast upon myself.
It's a g-damn trip to the mind of a mindless man.
And there I go, flushing the deep climate of this promo down the toilet. What's it so scary about the mind of Lex Sense? It ain't even there.
It's not going to be the first time I have to share the ring with a psychotic sociopath, so your try at being awesome menas no news to me whatsoever. What IS new to me is that I am not having to deal with some kind of necrofiliac cannibal that wears cirrhosised livers for a necklace, but just a man that thinks he's the Boogeyman. Which makes me suspect we have a brand new kind of psychopathy right here in front of us! Do we have a diagnosis, doctor?
A video footage worth 3 seconds is then shown.
Back to my mug.
Heh... Ok, now - jokes aside, Lex... Let's set this record straight. You can hit me with the belt time and time again. You can bust my head open and clean your boots with my blood for all I care. What happens next is me coming back for more. I'm a rough player, and I'm more than eager to prove it. Also, I've seen craploads of cloudcuckoolanders like you running stunts inside a ring, so your modus operandi is no mystery.
It comes down to one word - one concept, and one only. The one you lack completely... But you were kind enough to write it on my face.
The camera focus on my forehead, where the marks of the belt that was smashed into it were still beveled, bright red on my British-like white expression. It read "HONOR".
Who knows? Maybe you really ARE seeing the future.
I turn of the lantern. Dive into black.
Rock out.