Parasomnia Page #2

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- Yeah.

One of the orderlies told me his story.

He was a rare book dealer, a mesmerist.

He was arrested after

he hypnotized his girlfriend...

and ordered her to jump off

the roof of a building.

And at trial, he got the prosecutor to

park his car, on the Metro-Rail tracks...

twenty-three people dead,

a hundred and three people injured.

- No, that's not true.

- It's totally true.

Don't you remember that train

derailment four years back?

- Yeah.

- The work of Byron Volpe.

Apparently, he's got these crazy eyes

that's why they keep the hood on him.

You know I saw them?

- You saw the crazy eyes?

- Yeah, just a second, but...

you know, if he's so crazy,

how come he's not in prison?

Yeah, some kind of conflicting

psych evaluations, legal wranglings.

They say he's some kind

of genius.

Well, if he's such a genius,

how come he's locked up?

He's too smart.

Stupid people have it made.

- Stupid people?

- Stupid people and ugly people.

- Ugly people?

- Yes.

Too smart or too beautiful, you draw too

much attention to yourself. However...

if you're a little thick and your face

looks like it was kissed...

by a Mack truck, you can just sit back

and enjoy life going by...

like a tennis match.

It's beautiful.

Speaking of which,

did you see "Sleeping Beauty"?

What do you mean?

That hot little "cream puff'

in the room next to "Ted Bundy".

You went in there?

Yeah, I went in there and apparently

you did, too. Good looking girl, huh?

Weird about her though,

don't you think?

Being asleep all the time.

Gotta be the perfect girl, though,

don't you think?

I mean, women, they're mostly decorative

anyway and the one's that aren't...

they're too much trouble.

I would like to see what she'd have

to say for herself if she woke her up.

Just stay away from her, okay?

Hey, Danny.

What have you gotten

yourself into?

It's just...

you know, it's nothing.

It's just...

they say you have to be careful

how you talk to her.

Well...

I won't corrupt her. She's all yours.

I like my women a little more lively.

She's all yours

for the next couple days.

What do you mean?

I heard some shrinks talking.

They're gonna move her to some lab...

gonna make some kind of experiment

out of her... like Frankenstein.

A poem by Byron Volpe.

"The wanderer stopped

to turn over a rock.

The rock gave way...

and what was below

ruined his day."

Leave her alone, pussycat.

She's mine in time in time,

she's mine.

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Hi, Laura. It's Danny,

I've brought something for you.

Classical music is the best,

isn't it?

I wish you would wake up.

There's a lot that

we could talk about.

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