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Post by madstalin on Mar 18, 2008 23:53:23 GMT -5
He ignored the light comment.
"Really? What about just smart people? I mean, what teachers actually want to teach, anyway?"
He kicked over a little rock and sat down crosslegged after a moment. He put his head in one of his hands. "No kids wanna learn anything these days. Teachers teach to test." He squished his cigarette butt on the ground and lit up another one. He seemed to watch the smoke rise in front of his eyes.
"They aren't interested in anything." His face fell in a small sadness, and then brightened a little as he turned to her.
"What are you interested in?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 0:09:03 GMT -5
“Not school, that’s for damn sure.” Cass laughed and then shrugged suddenly, deciding it’d be easier if he kept thinking she was some vapid teenager. “I don’t know. Music? Stuff.”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 0:18:19 GMT -5
"Whatever.. music's not my thing. I don't get the obsession." He eyed her for a moment.
"You know, fought in 'Nam. Bet you don't know shit about that war, do you? Did you know that Hitler was an artist, a vegetarian, loved animals and was a writer? That Abe Licoln didn't beat the south cause he wanted to end slavery?" He took a drag. "You know the UnaBomber? He had an IQ higher than Einstein, a certified genius." Another pause. "Then again, Einstein also helped create the atom bomb."
"Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 0:33:01 GMT -5
“That the world is full of lies!” Cass sighed dramatically, falling backwards to lie on her back. She sat up again, looking him over. “What’d you mean you don’t get music? That’s like not getting poetry or art or love.”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 0:42:06 GMT -5
"I'm saying the whole thing how teenagers are so obsessed with it. Every single one of 'em. I remember when I thought it was just cool to be in a band, you know, get lots of ass, wasted, etc. Which I did back in the day, not that it wasn't awesome.." He trailed off into memory lane. "But really. Is it the money involved? This is why we have fat little faggots ruling suburbia thinking they're so great." He muttered away like an old man.
He remembered she was there. "Na, I like music. I get poetry and appreciate art. I used to love and be loved."
Thief leaned on his back and stared up at the sky with his hands behind his head.
"But no one can appreciate a sunny day.. instead we listen to whiny kids who sing about the night and how daddy used to hit them when they were little."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 0:57:58 GMT -5
“What shit have you been listening to?” Cass stared at him. “Bob Marley, The Beatles, Bright Eyes this sound familiar? Music isn’t about money, not the good kind anyways.”
"And I like the night, thank you very much."
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 1:11:02 GMT -5
"So.. a pothead from Jamaica, couple of english guys who wanted to play rock 'n roll, and an alcoholic kid who tried to kill himself?" He smiled. "I'm not dumb.. I know music. And like I said, I like music."
He looked at the lightbulbs. "I like it when it's bright an sunny. It's like: Hey, Thief. Today's gonna be the best day of your life. It's a beautiful day and you've got things to do. Stop loafing and party. Eat some peyote and trip balls, man."
"...I'm a bad influence. Maybe some day you'll appreciate something that you can see and touch and feel." He smiled at her kindly.
He fiddled with his zippo. "Whatever, you don't care. Why don't you go off and tell your friends about some cranky dude who just moved in so that they won't have to care either." He put an arm over his eyes to shield from the sun. His cigarette was completely ash now and he spit it out to his side.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 7:03:57 GMT -5
“Marley wasn’t just some pothead.” Cass growled a little heatedly before grinning, slipping back into an even tone. “Peyote tastes like shit.”
“And I f**k**g love Conor Oberst so you can bite me, gigantor.”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 10:01:06 GMT -5
"We can save the kinky stuff for later, girl. I never said I didn't like their music."
"But those are just some big names. All those other people who probably deserve more never got as big as them."
Thief got a new cigarette and put it in his mouth. "You sure do take stupid shit personally." He smiled and lit it.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 10:15:46 GMT -5
“Force of habit.” Cass grinned a little, flopping down on her stomach next to him and picking at the grass. “So how d’you know all this stuff, about Buddha and the Unabomber?”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 10:26:14 GMT -5
"I was pretty fortunate growing up... when I was real little, the nuns used to give me lessons on what religions I should reject and hate. What they told me about Buddhism was this: a kid dishonored his father's wishes and left to live in the woods by himself to follow an idol, he forced himself to live in pain for the rest of his life to get closer to this idol, and only once he separated himself from everything and everyone, he became that idol."
"Well, I picked up a little thing called a book, and read the story. Their outline was accurate, yes, but there was more to it. He fell in love and had a son, he lost a best friend, he met the Buddha but knew it wasn't right, he questioned the existance of a god, and learned that material posessions are meaningless in this world."
"And the unabomber thing? TV." He grinned and sat up. He reached for one of his bourbon bottles and twisted the cap open, put the top to his mouth and sucked down a good gulp.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 10:52:18 GMT -5
“Weird.” Cass commented, rolling onto her back to stare at the clouds. “What’d you do before, for money?”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 10:55:05 GMT -5
"Hits." Thief looked up also.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 11:15:29 GMT -5
“A hit man raised by nuns.” Cass mused, tracing the outline of a cloud with her finger. “Did you puke or go numb after your first kill?”
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 11:19:35 GMT -5
"No. After that I went to a party and had a threesome." A little laugh glinted in his eyes.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 11:26:02 GMT -5
“Numb.” Cass sighed, shaking her head.
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 11:32:49 GMT -5
"Well if that's the case, kid, I must have been numb all my life." He took another drink and stared off into space.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 11:43:19 GMT -5
“It give you an ego trip or somethin’ to call me kid and girl?” Cass glanced at him sideways, grinning a little.
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Post by madstalin on Mar 19, 2008 11:46:05 GMT -5
"Do you even know what an ego trip is? And no, I say that to everyone." He yawned and put out his cigarette to only put in and light up a new one.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Mar 19, 2008 11:52:56 GMT -5
“Yeah,” Cass answered lazily, shading her eyes. “What’d you steal?”
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