11:45 p.m. discussion

how’s it going?

it’s blasting like seaweed out of a rabbit
hutch.

that doesn’t even make
sense.

it’s going, all I know is that it’s going like it
never went before.

you could be suffering from illusions?

I am, that’s what makes it so
hideously immaculate…

you need exercise.   have you been taking your
orange juice in the mornings?

yes, and long walks in between races.

I’m happy for you.   I miss you…

you’re good to me.   I wish to thank you.

sometimes I miss you so much.   it’s like a big hole
inside of me.

light a cigarette, it’s go away…

how much have you had to drink?

very little, a bottle…

how many bottles do you have?

three…

three?

are you going to drink them?

probably…

you know how you get?

yes…

you know how it hurts me?

yes.

you know how unfair it is to me?

yes…

then why do you do it?

I don’t know…

do you love me?

I hate to answer questions.   I almost never ask
them…

but you do…

sure, like, what time is it?   or, how is your mother?

why don’t you ask questions.   what’s wrong with asking
questions?

I just don’t like to…

you’re getting drunker…

yes…

do you have to drink all 3 bottles?

I think so…

you see, you’ve answered a question

I have…

so, you see…

oh, Jesus Christ..!

and look, don’t keep phoning me all night, I’ve
got to sleep.

all right.

but don’t take your phone off the
hook.

all right.

look, why can’t you say something good to me?

ummmm….

say something.

look, baby, I’ve got to make the track tomorrow.

the track?

yes.

she screams and curses, hang the
phone up.

she’ll phone back.

if she doesn’t
I’ll phone her.

but it is blasting
like seaweed out of a rabbit
hutch.

I can tell you there have been other
times when it wasn’t
other times when I thought…

but

wait, excuse me, the phone’s
ringing.