The Tracey Fragments Page #2

As a way to build trust.

I want you to trust me, Tracey.

Because I care about you.

Do you understand?

Your parents are concerned.

Your attitude is histrionic, delusional with

tendencies towards Borderline personality disorder.

-Borderline personality disorder. What the...?

-They think you're smoking crack.

My parents are lying. That's...

Come on, Tracey.

There's no reason for your parents to lie,

is there?

-How do I know what motives my parents?

-Tracey, as your psychiatrist,

I am of the opinion that

you might think you want to get better,

but you don't really want to get better.

No, no, no. I do, I do, I want to get better.

-Then why are you resisting me?

-No, no, I'm not, I'm not resisting you.

-You're doing it right now.

-Well then tell me what to do.

I can't do that.

Well then how am I supposed to stop resisting you?

I can't tell you that.

Well I can't have this conversation anymore.

-"Can't" is a choice.

-Okay, okay.

Am I resisting you now?

Are you?

Dr. Heker. My psychiatrist.

She only cares about the, like,

eighty bucks an hour she paid,

or whatever, to prevent me from

turning into a psycho.

Well, it's kind of too late for that.

When things happen to people,

they radiate a light.

Because they've got a picture caught inside them.

Because they were there and you weren't.

And because you've only got a piece

and because all you can do is shrink

and blow up that one tiny piece.

My name is Estuary Palomino.

That's my stage name.

Palomino is the color of the city where I'm from.

My name is Tracey Berkowitz.

Tracey Zero-witz.

Forty below Zero-witz.

What the f*** was that?

You warm enough?

I'm okay.

'Cause there's going to be a blizzard.

I'm fine.

See, I'm looking for my, uh,

my younger brother, Sonny. He's nine.

-Sonny...nine? Yeah I know him.

I'll give you a ride.

-You know Sonny?

Yeah. I mean, I've seen him around.

I'll give you a ride.

Hey what's your name?

Tracey.

I'm Lance. From Toronto.

Cool.

Looking good.

Where's Sonny? I-I-I don't see Sonny.

You know a joint's high class when they've got entertainment.

-Hey. Hey.

-What the f*** are you lookin' at?

I'm going to stand on my head.

Because you're so beautiful.

You'd better be joking.

F*** you.

F*** you. We're just having a little fun.

I don't give a f***.

I'm going to break your mouth so it's lying

on the f***ing floor.F***in' cockroach.

-What do you want?

-I, um, a Cinzano.

-We only have beer. How many?

-One.

-Two bucks.

-He's paying. That guy. Right there.

What are you still doing here?

I want to.....

-You want to what?

-Stay, I guess.

It really isn't my fault.

I absolutely had to run away.

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