And other times I feel like I should go -
And through it all, The Rise and Fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone, we want you all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart, I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A World that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So Paint it Black and Take it Back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end, we hear The Call
To Carry On.
“Carrying someone’s gold is a fine art and a high responsibility. If you are the recipient of someone’s Gold, hold it carefully and be prepared to give it back within a microsecond’s notice.
Unfortunately, there are people who collect gold and refuse to give it back. It’s a kind of murder. They collect an entourage or followers and exploit them. It happened to me, and it was exceedingly painful.
My father didn’t really father me, and so much of the fatherly gold in me was uninvested. I spent a good part of my early life looking for the father I never had.”
“What the hell was going on last night? I couldn’t sleep at all. Was something wrong?” I told my brother that Chris wasn’t doing so well. I didn’t tell him that he was lucky to be alive—that we all were. The spirit of Cain had visited our house, but we were left unscathed.
Maybe I picked up some change in scent that night, when death hung in the air. Chris had a very bitter odour.
He showered frequently, but the towels and the sheets picked up the smell. It was impossible to get them clean. It was the product of a psyche and a body that did not operate harmoniously. A social worker I knew, who also knew Chris, told me of her familiarity with that odour. Everyone at her workplace knew of it, although they only discussed it in hushed tones. They called it the smell of the unemployable.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
It was nice watching you eat.
Good company.
Hey Yo, Little Marie -
Let There Be Light!
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
You like dogs?
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Dogs?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Dogs. This is like a dog pound.
It's where they keep a large variety of dogs.
I used to come here all the time for sightseeing.
But, you know, you learn a lot talking to dogs.
Really, you do.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Yeah, man. So... .
Hey, man, how about •this• one?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
He don't look too friendly, my friend.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Man, this is the one.
Hey, boy, how you doing?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Hey, what about this one here?
Come here, boy.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Who, him?
Yeah, why not?
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Hell, no. That is one •ugly• dog, man.
I know, but it's kind of a cute ugly.
If you look at it closely, the color... it sorta looks like old furniture, like some kind of pirate-chest thing going on.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Yeah, sure, man.
Hey, so how about a young one?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Steps, forget him. Come over here.
I want you to see something.
Now, you notice what this animal
is doing here? Lying in that position?
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa
He ain't doing nothing.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
No, he's doing a lot.
He ain't wasting no energy.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Because he's dead.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
He ain't dead. There's a lot of good mileage left on that dog.
Good food, the addition of a couple
of new friends, bingo, he's back.
What do you think is a good name?
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
It's your dog. You name him.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
No. It's, like, a community animal. Fifty-fifty.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa
Look, I don't know much about no dogs.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Well, Steps, it ain't that complicated.
You pet him, you feed him, and nature takes its course, you know, so...
Don't you wanna name an animal?
I think every guy should at one time try to name an animal something.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
I don't know.
‘Fleabag’?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
‘Fleabag’, It's catchy. It ain't original, but it's pretty good.
I think you could come up with,
in your young brain... something better to throw out than ‘Fleabag’.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
‘Punchy’.
How's that?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Punchy?
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Yeah, Punchy.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
I like it, you know.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
For real?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Yeah, for real.
Punchy it is. It's easy to remember, it's not that hard to spell.
And once it's in your brain, you never forget it. Punchy. Very Good.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
All right, man.
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Good call.
All right, Punchy. You ready to get bailed out, my friend?
Okay.
STEPHANO (“Steps”),
of The House of Balboa :
Hey, you know it was a joke, don't you?
ROCKY BALBOA,
of The House of Balboa :
Yeah, I know.
You're a Very Funny Guy.
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