Black Butterfly Page #4

Yep.

I married the

woman of my dreams, I had money,

an apartment in the

Wilshire corridor,

you know, tons of needy friends,

and it all went away.

Even the woman.

We're all free men.

We choose what we want.

You did this to yourself.

Well, no, all i

choose was this place.

I told my wife it

would help, you know,

I needed isolation to write

and th... that was my sacrifice!

All writing is sacrifice.

You know,

in most movies I see,

the characters are

just what they are,

characters in a movie.

Nothing seems real.

Nothing is like how

life really is.

I don't disagree.

Maybe it's just

'cause I travel a lot.

You know, I watch what's

going on around me.

I watch people.

I'm not a recluse.

Must be it.

You know...

I'd really like to read

one of your scripts.

If that wouldn't be a problem.

Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I'll...

All right, this is

the last one I wrote.

My hail Mary pass

to get something sold.

Nobody wants it.

My agent says it's crap.

Under the clock.

Yeah.

I think I've

heard this title before.

Even the title, then. Hah!

Yeah.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you the opinion

of the common man.

It's gotta count

for something, right?

It counts

for more than my agent's.

Yeah, yes, enjoy it, man.

Good afternoon.

How was your nap?

Not good. Not good.

- Delias kristianiae.

- Huh?

Black butterfly, from Indonesia.

Very rare.

Very hard to catch.

- Ironic, really.

- Ironic?

Yeah, I had it done in prison.

You looking for these?

I needed to work on the shed,

i had to unlock it.

You gonna work today?

No... I'm not in the

right frame of mind,

and I have to sell this house.

Hard to work when you

got to worry about money.

You know you have to

do yourself a favor.

Eh? And what is that?

You know...

You have to stop drinking.

I mean, you gotta stop it cold.

Ai-yi-yi-yi.

- You could be a great writer.

- Oh.

But your stories

are not good enough,

and it's because

of your drinking.

You know, I think you

just need a good idea

to jumpstart your career.

You know, I was thinking

this morning, I got an idea.

- Ah, of course you do.

- No, really.

I mean, I want you to hear it.

All right, look,

I know it'd be like god taking

advice from a lowly priest.

Ah, I am listening, yes.

All right.

Okay.

You tell our story.

- What story?

- Our story.

Okay, it goes like this.

A writer travels to the U.S.

looking for inspiration,

gets himself a beautiful house

in a remote area.

And so, uh...

He's had some success,

short-lived.

He can't write anymore,

so, uh, he drinks.

He's become an alcoholic.

And he lives like a recluse

to hide his decline.

So, this writer

goes into a diner.

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