Conversation #4: Mind Wipe

Yer trying to do the right thing, but yer not.

What does it feel like?

Well, it doesn't feel like...eh...like I can say and say, okay, ya know I gotta go down that street and, uh, say, fifteen minutes from now, I'll say, WHUP!, wait a minute, where am I at now? Then I forget about that street, see?

So, dad, when you, what can you remember like right now? Can you remember just a long time ago or can you remember...

Oh, no, I can remember alotta things from way back.

Right. But what about, do you know where we just were?

Yeah.

Where were we?

We were at this, uh...ah...whadda ya call that with the...eh...we didn't...we didn't put our name, our number or nothing on there, we just, you, like you says, you didn't wanna go...to, uh...uh...the place where you find out where the, you know, what yer...uh...like say you belong to a club. Ya go to the club and ya say, you know, okay, I'm here for this or that thing.

You were at Sandy's birthday party dad.

I know that, but what I was telling you is what I wanted to go, uh, later with the phone, I was calling up, to make an appointment on...uh...on...uh...ah...thing that I was gonna go with the...uh...

It's allright man. You don't remember. It's fine.

No, I...I...I remember, it's just I...I know where I wanna go.

Where ya wanna go dad?

Where do you wanna go?

If I, if I'm at home and I wanna go to the club part, ya know what I mean with the, uh...uh...whadda ya call that? Association?

VFW?

Yeah.

Okay.

So, if I wanna go there, then I go there. And I know where that's at and then come home. But if I wanna go to one of those other clubs, you know, like the...whadda ya call them, uh, other ones?

American Legion.

American Legion or the other one, ya know...then I gotta start thinking, well, where is that first from, where's that at this way, so then I finally, I might find it sometimes but other times I look around, I get lost.

Well, you're not driving anymore dad, so...

Who's not driving? Who's not driving?!

You're not.

Yes I am.

You haven't driven in about 7 months dad.

I have a car, ain't it?

Nope. You don't have to worry about that shit anymore, though.

Who took my car?!

Heather has it now.

You just saw it dad, it was in front.

I know, but who was driving, uh...I thought I had one at home.

Nope.

Well, when I get home, I'm gonna check. Somebody took my car, you're in trouble. Nobody takes my car.

Conversation #3: 6 Years of Wisdom

Now...where was I? Oh yeah. Then, as soon as they knew it, they were in the middle of the forest. They went deeper and deeper into the forest until they came to a nice little comfy spot where it was wide and the trees, they make a full circle and a space and father said, "Well, this is a good small place to get our campfire started. Now let's get started." To start the campfire, me and dad took a look around. He told me to stay there, but I ran after him without even looking where I was and I was very deep in the woods. I saw something on the ground. It hopped by super fast. Then, it came out of the trees and showed itself as a kangaroo. I put up my gun before it came out of the shadows and then I saw another kangaroo, they...they both had little babies inside their pouches. I ran for my life. And got all the way through the woods, got to my dad's campfire where he was resting, roasting some marshmallows for us. I screamed aloud so scarededly, "KANGAROOS!" My dad was so worried, but he knew I was allergic to kangaroos, but there was only one kangaroo I didn't caught that and that was the name Baby Kangaroo. Baby Kangaroo was made to be my friend. Then his mother came along and took her away. When I started to sneeze my dad said I had to go back home as he went camping. I asked him a question, "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" And he said he's sure, because being lonely is not always safe.

What was that?

What was what?

Say that again...

What did you say?

Being lonely isn't always safe.

Here, here.

Those are wise words.

Okay. Back to the story...

Signs #2: Porta-Potty Poet

Indianapolis Motor Speedway parking lot Porta-Potty, to the left...

...straight ahead...

...to the right.

Conversation #2: Broke

This is a theory I’m not very proud of and I’m not really impressed by and I really don’t want to live my life by, but it doesn’t matter, I’m f___ing dating like the most beautiful f___ing girl in the world, who loves me supposedly because I’m an intellectual, despite all the f___ing crap I’ve done, I think the fact that I’ve gained a little weight over the past few months and been a boy, is detrimental. I go out of my f___ing way to to make sure that I expose myself to people who aren’t oppressed by that sort of situation, even though, ofcourse, I’m attracted to skinny girls. And, you know, chicks with big t__s, whatever.

I am too.

I find it very humorous that I actually think that this is probably part of the situation.

What is part of the situation?

I’ve gained a little weight.

Part of the situation?

I’m probably a little bit less physically attractive to her.

No!

Absolutely.

No way.

Absolutely.

No way. What? You haven’t changed at all.

I’ve gained about fifteen pounds! Are you f___ing kidding me?

You’re still a f___ing rail. Look. This. That’s mine.

I got a belly too.

That.

Belly.

That is not anywhere near as big as my f___ing belly is.

Yeah, you got about five years on me.

There’s no way, and on top of that I’m taller and skinnier than you, with a belly, you have nothing to worry about.

I gotta big belly. It’s gotta be. What the f__k?!

It has nothing to do with the belly.

You should be able to find a girl and give her your soul, entirely, if she’s the one, if she f___ing drags that soul out of you, she should love you forever.

Normally, that’s the fantasy of it. That’s not how it usually is. Right?

I’ve never met a girl that’s dragged, this girl has dragged the soul out of me. She’s told me who I am. In my own words. That’s not something somebody’s given to me. She’s f___ing taken it out of my own f___ing head and f___ing regurgitated it in myself. And she’s gonna leave me. What the hell am I supposed to f___ing do? Think. Am I supposed to f___ing find somebody else after someone already told me who I was? I am this person, that I already am, she told me that I was that person and now she’s gonna leave, so where am I left? I’m left in a really f___ed up situation basically. Being entirely alone, with all this regurgitation, turning from f___ing like, flowery, cloudy, beautiful things that you have with a girl to real regurgitation, whitey, milky, bulls__t that a baby craps up on you, laying all around you, by yourself.

Signs #1

Foster, heading West

Foster, heading East

Peterson & Ridge

Conversation #1: Good Time

As long as there's not a fight, everybody's having a good time.

Right. But the minute a fight starts, then everybody's aggravated and, ya know, irritated, and everything else.

What are you doing later?

I don't know what I'm doing later.

You just going home?

Well, most naturally. Where am I gonna go?

Are we not gonna go out and party some more?

I don't know. It all depends on Florence.

Hey Florence, did you have a good time tonight?

Yes.

Monday, I'm going with him and having a good time. You're not going. Just me and him.

That's fine with me.

You're staying home, yeah.

Did you have a good time tonight?

Yep. You know I always have a good time. If I don't have a good time, then I walk out the door and say, "Whup! F__k this man!" And I don't havta get drunk or drink alot to have a good time here, these people around ya, the surroundings and stuff, you look and you say, "Everybody's having a good time, I'm having a good time."

Yeah.

And then a fight starts or something then everybody's all f___ed up and nobody's having a good time anymore.

No fights tonight.

No. But I mean, that's why, when a guy, when these guys start fights, somebody should really kick the s__t outta them.