by skeabs “Now, you understand why you’re here, don’t you?” “No.” “Not at all?” “The others wanted me here. I guess. They’re always overreacting.” “They overreact?” “Yeah.” “So they’re overreacting to your 'self inflicted three inch incision running lengthwise up the vein, probably made with a sharp point, like a shard of glass or a knife'?” “You sound like the EMT.” “It’s his report I’m reading.” “…” “Joe?” “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I can’t stand to fly
“Glad you decided to come back.” “Yeah, well, you know.” “Did you enjoy attending the awards?” “It was… all right.” “Just all right?” “It’s not that I don’t like it anymore. I just... I’m not sure I can do it anymore. Being on the top. All the way up there.” “What makes you feel this way?” “Them.” “Them?” “The media, the critics, the parents, our FANS.” “What about them bothers you?” “I feel them all watching, like, all the time. And… I don’t know, I guess I just always thought it would be me.” “Be you?” “That fucked up first.” “Why?” “I screw up everything. And I just… can’t…. I can’t do this anymore.” “Do what?” “This! Perform, sing, dance, live in the fucking spotlight all the time.” “Why not?” “Because it scares the shit out of me.” “Is that why you’re here?” “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I’m just out to find
“Why don’t we talk about your last relationship today?” “Why don’t we?” “Tell me about it.” “About Kelly? That ended when she found out she was pregnant. Wanted me for support and all, but the relationship was over. That scared the shit out of me. I’ve screwed myself up enough, what the hell was I doing bringing a kid into the world? And it’s not like I really loved Kelly. It was an accident.” “A permanent one.” “Yeah, one of many.” “But I really wanted to know about your last relationship Joe.” “Yeah, and I told you. It was Kelly.” “I see.” “You see what? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Joey, if this is going to work at all, you have to be honest with me.” “Fuck you.” “Alright. Do you know why you’re…” “Lance.” “Excuse me?” “Lance was my last relationship, if you can call it that.” “What happened?” “I screwed up again.” “How?” “Jesus. I fell in love, okay? It was supposed to be some casual thing. Like jackin’ off, only with a partner, for a change. But I read too much into it, or he read too little. Whatever. But I thought…” “Thought what?” “I thought I’d found the better half.” “Is he the reason why you’re here?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” [next] |