A Broken Life Page #6

lt's food good enough

for moron zombies.

lt's good enough

for the beast.

Salt, sugar and fat.

Fuel to nourish the beast.

No matter how much you eat,

you can't fill the void,

but it's good sh*t, man.

lt's good sh*t

to nourish the beast.

But then, Buddy,

they start to disintegrate you.

You grow old.

Look at me.

l'm getting old, huh?

But then it's 4:
30!

But can't leave work until 5:00.

But l struggle

through the next half-hour.

And then it's 5:
00

and l leave the office.

l get on the same bus

and l meet the same people

with the same looks on their faces.

But now they stink, too.

And then you go home.

Hi. Then, oh, you collapse

in the chair.

l start to drink.

Eventually, you don't make love

to your wife anymore.

You feel wasted.

Your thoughts are just--

your thoughts are so disconnected.

Your mind is just full of hidden

thoughts, images, flashes.

You know?

Thoughts you can't follow

or swallow.

l-- l criticize

everyone else, you know?

l do.

But l'm the a**hole.

l'm a f***ing stupid a**hole.

Right? l'm the insane bastard.

lf you want to keep sadness away,

what better remedy than death?

But l'm the stupid--

the stupid a**hole.

l'm the f***ing--

( grunts )

l'm a stupid, insane bastard.

l'm a goddamn fool!

Never understood nothing!

l never learned anything or nothing!

Nothing. Everything was--

everything...

was, um...

broken.

- Everything was wasted.

- Max! Max!

Can we-- can we stop this?

This is crazy.

What are you doing, Buddy?

Are you filming me?

Jesus, keep filming.

Are you an idiot?

- God damn it, you coward, l'm fine.

- Hey, you guys making a movie?

- What?

- You making a movie?

Yeah. Something like that.

Well, what kind of movie?

lt's a student film.

( laughs )

ls this your star?

Yeah, l guess so.

What's your name?

( chuckles )

Your name's f*** you?

Come on, look, fellas, look.

lf you gonna be setting up shop

on my turf,

the least you can do

is answer me.

l'm talking to you, soldier!

- Okay, let's go.

- You're kidding me, aren't ya?

You're kidding me, right?

- You're kidding me.

- Let's go, Max.

You look like a man

who's flirted with death.

Am l right?

l've cheated

death so many times,

God, l wonder if l'm ever gonna die.

But you,

oh yeah, you're

dancing with death, aren't you?

Look, why don't you

do us both a favor

and go on dancing or bother

or f*** with somebody else?

- ( laughing )

- Please? Thank you. Okay?

Would-- would you

like to be immortal?

- ( sighs )

- Huh?

l'll bet you

if there was a contract

that you could sign right now

to live forever,

you'd put your name on it right now,

wouldn't you?

But there isn't, is there?

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