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The Drunkard's Theme
16 years ago
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And here... we... go...
[A drunkard burps and rocks to-and-fro on his tall stool, stabilising only by leaning his weight onto the table in front of him. He groans as he tries to keep his eyes open. He coughs madly every so often]
DRUNKARD: (Slurred) Barman! Another beer. No! A whiskey, make it a double. No! A bottle of rum. Leave the bottle and forget the glass. Do you hear me? I pay good money for what I want! No accessories…
[Takes a swig from the bottle and groans as he sets it back down onto the table]
DRUNKARD: Tell me a story, Barman! No! I’ll tell one first. No! You go first. [Pauses for moment in waiting] No! Yours is boring. Allow me.
[Pauses again] What should I talk about? What story shall I entertain you with, hmm? What do you feel in the mood for, hmm, Mr. Barman man?
Perhaps a story full of girls as they run around after bunnies? Half naked they are, yes. Wouldn’t you like that, Mr. Barman?
[Pauses for a moment in waiting]
No! I shall not leave, until I tell my story. You will like it. I assure you. Once I know what story is to be told, you will like it. You will want me to tell it again and again for you. Everyday that I come back to this very pub right here, right in the middle of God knows where. No, don’t tell me the name. I don’t care. The story is not set where we are. If it was, it would take the magic from it, eh? Just look outside your window, what do you see? Darkness, sadness, drones that are completed only by their day-to-day routine. They have nothing else to live for other than what’s in front of them now. No future, no past, only present.
[Swigs the rum again]
No, tonight, I shall treat you to something different. We have time, it’s all we have. The night is young, and so are we, but only for a limited time. The night can relive its youth day in and day out. But we… We age with the minutes that pass. We cannot relive youth, only remember that we took it for granted, constantly thinking we were immortal.
[Swigs down more rum and belches]
I remember that feeling. Thinking I had time for everything. I was once one of the richest men around here, did you know that? I had money to spend, money to spare. Girls to love, who loved my money in return. I lived in High Society. I was High Society. I had invented it in this town.
I was at the top of my game. I was the head honcho, top dollar, everything that others envied. THAT’S when it got a little dangerous, m’boy.
I was like a giant chocolate cake; everyone wanted a piece of me. Wanted something from me. But I was a stubborn cake. A tough cake. A cake that had been in the oven a little too long, and so it was hard to break off a chunk.
So what do they do? They decide to get a shotgun and blast off the bits that they want.
And that's when I realised that immortality was indeed an illusion. The bastards never got me, but they got close. Wealth was no longer of any importance to me. Life was what I lived for.
[Swigs again. He directs his attention to the window across the room]
You see her? [He points] You could consider her a gorgeous thing. Beautiful, lovely, a charming smile. Something that would make the end of the day worth it. The deceiving, vile witch.
[Shakes his head in disappointment]
I'll tell you something, sonny Jim.
I had one of those, once. A pretty filly. She was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever set eyes upon. Funny, beautiful, curved in all the right places. She never once seemed after my money.
I had promised her everything. A life, marriage, kids; we grow old together and love each other forever. I would provide for her, make sure that she never wanted for anything.
But it was never the case.
One night, I fell asleep, the next morning, she was gone. No note, no nothing. All prized possessions, gone.
I had loved her, but never in return did she.
[Reaches over the table] Don't make the same mistake as me, sonny Jim. [He winks and pats the arm of the barman. Swigs down more rum]
The amount of time that I have toyed with mortality, it makes me laugh.
I have stood on the highest peaks of this area. I have watched all those below me and feel sick to the core of my gut.
I have tied nylon rope around my throat and count down endless seconds to infinity.
I have pumped so many drugs through my body that they all taste the same to me now.
(More shall be added.
Your's sincerely,
Abandonment
DRUNKARD: (Slurred) Barman! Another beer. No! A whiskey, make it a double. No! A bottle of rum. Leave the bottle and forget the glass. Do you hear me? I pay good money for what I want! No accessories…
[Takes a swig from the bottle and groans as he sets it back down onto the table]
DRUNKARD: Tell me a story, Barman! No! I’ll tell one first. No! You go first. [Pauses for moment in waiting] No! Yours is boring. Allow me.
[Pauses again] What should I talk about? What story shall I entertain you with, hmm? What do you feel in the mood for, hmm, Mr. Barman man?
Perhaps a story full of girls as they run around after bunnies? Half naked they are, yes. Wouldn’t you like that, Mr. Barman?
[Pauses for a moment in waiting]
No! I shall not leave, until I tell my story. You will like it. I assure you. Once I know what story is to be told, you will like it. You will want me to tell it again and again for you. Everyday that I come back to this very pub right here, right in the middle of God knows where. No, don’t tell me the name. I don’t care. The story is not set where we are. If it was, it would take the magic from it, eh? Just look outside your window, what do you see? Darkness, sadness, drones that are completed only by their day-to-day routine. They have nothing else to live for other than what’s in front of them now. No future, no past, only present.
[Swigs the rum again]
No, tonight, I shall treat you to something different. We have time, it’s all we have. The night is young, and so are we, but only for a limited time. The night can relive its youth day in and day out. But we… We age with the minutes that pass. We cannot relive youth, only remember that we took it for granted, constantly thinking we were immortal.
[Swigs down more rum and belches]
I remember that feeling. Thinking I had time for everything. I was once one of the richest men around here, did you know that? I had money to spend, money to spare. Girls to love, who loved my money in return. I lived in High Society. I was High Society. I had invented it in this town.
I was at the top of my game. I was the head honcho, top dollar, everything that others envied. THAT’S when it got a little dangerous, m’boy.
I was like a giant chocolate cake; everyone wanted a piece of me. Wanted something from me. But I was a stubborn cake. A tough cake. A cake that had been in the oven a little too long, and so it was hard to break off a chunk.
So what do they do? They decide to get a shotgun and blast off the bits that they want.
And that's when I realised that immortality was indeed an illusion. The bastards never got me, but they got close. Wealth was no longer of any importance to me. Life was what I lived for.
[Swigs again. He directs his attention to the window across the room]
You see her? [He points] You could consider her a gorgeous thing. Beautiful, lovely, a charming smile. Something that would make the end of the day worth it. The deceiving, vile witch.
[Shakes his head in disappointment]
I'll tell you something, sonny Jim.
I had one of those, once. A pretty filly. She was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever set eyes upon. Funny, beautiful, curved in all the right places. She never once seemed after my money.
I had promised her everything. A life, marriage, kids; we grow old together and love each other forever. I would provide for her, make sure that she never wanted for anything.
But it was never the case.
One night, I fell asleep, the next morning, she was gone. No note, no nothing. All prized possessions, gone.
I had loved her, but never in return did she.
[Reaches over the table] Don't make the same mistake as me, sonny Jim. [He winks and pats the arm of the barman. Swigs down more rum]
The amount of time that I have toyed with mortality, it makes me laugh.
I have stood on the highest peaks of this area. I have watched all those below me and feel sick to the core of my gut.
I have tied nylon rope around my throat and count down endless seconds to infinity.
I have pumped so many drugs through my body that they all taste the same to me now.
(More shall be added.
Your's sincerely,
Abandonment
