Some Velvet Morning Page #5
The thing to do what I do, which
is my work and my school...
and all the things I'm doing,
much like finding myself.
And I know it sounds mystical and bullshitty
to you, but that's not the f***ing point.
The point is that I'm not longer called
Velvet in my life, and everyone that... -
- I'm going.
- Nobody's stopping you.
No, you are, actually, Fred. In
a big way.
It may not feel like it, but you're putting
a huge f***ing block in my road, okay?
- Really.
- I don't want to be rude, but you are.
It's starting to make me, I don't
know, a little bit worried...
I guess, having you here.
Worried?
Where'd you get that name anyway?
Velvet. Where'd it come from?
Oh, come on. Sh*t, I don't know.
- You know. Of course you do.
- No, I don't! I just started using it!
Bullshit. Come on. Was it some guy
gave it to you, like a nickname?
No.
Well, what is it then? Is it for
like, what...
the way that your, like...
thing?
Your c*nt? I mean, I'd believe
that if you told me that.
Or your mouth? How soft your
mouth is?
That's what I was wearing when a guy
first f***ed me when I was nine.
I was raped in a dress I was wearing
to church that had velvet bows on it.
Do you still like it? Velvet?
No. Not as much.
Well, then.
Jesus, is that...?
Now you know.
I mean, is that... honestly?
No. God, no.
You really think I'd f***ing tell you something
personal about myself? Fat f***ing chance.
You b*tch. That's horrible.
Which part, the story or the
fact that it didn't happen?
- All of it. Both.
- Well, don't worry...
I'm sure it's happened to
somebody else.
Just not me. Well, not like that
anyway.
All right, I have to go.
Wait, wait, wait. Whoever this
person is...
you can put him off for a while, all right?
Come on, you have a guest.
- Yeah, but so what? I'm here now.
- I can't.
- Why? Come on, wait, wait, wait.
I can't, Fred. I gave my word.
Sorry, I didn't realize it was that serious.
You gave your word.
What are you, like some f***ing
Indian chief?
Who the f*** talks like that
anymore? "I gave my word. "
I mean, who talks like that?
I can't. I said I can't, so I
won't.
All right, okay, yeah, great.
I'll just let you go.
Have your latte with your
married fella.
He's gonna tell his spouse that he has to run
back to the office really quickly "today, honey. "
Forgive me...
for being so pedestrian about my
affairs, my comings and goings.
See, I wished that you felt that
way...
but I don't believe it for a second
that you feel at all contrite.
Oh, sh*t. What now, huh?
What? What now?
You can't even let a person say
sorry anymore...
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