Post by black on May 1, 2007 16:00:24 GMT -6
Brian Lee has just finished getting some gas at the gas station. After paying for the service and 6 pack, he walks outside and over towards the pay phone where a rather chubby looking female who seems to be in her mid 20's is on the phone. Brian Lee stands up against the wall to wait for her to finish. After about 5 minutes of waiting you can tell by the look in Lee's eyes that he's growing impatient with the female on the phone. He looks down at his watch then looks up rolling his eyes while brushing his hair back in an impatient manner. After several times of informing her and being ignored each time he finally has had enough.
Brian Lee: GET OFF THE PHONE YOU FAT BITCH!
The girl jumps in shock dropping her big gulp and chips. She turns to Brian Lee with a look like she is about to cry. Brian Lee just grabs the phone and turns his back towards her and she leaves with tears in her eyes. Brian Lee just rolls his eyes again and dials the number of the apartment of which he's staying. The landlord answers the phone.
Landlord: Baldwin Appartment's, Landlord speaking how can I help you?
Brian Lee: You can help me by telling me if my damn mail has came yet.
Landlord: Oh it's just you. Yeah your mail is here but I got something even more to tell ya. I don't know where a useless sack of crap like you got such a strange mysterious but classy business associate and I don't care. As long as it keeps food in my mouth at a great price.
Brian Lee: What the hell are you own about?
Landlord: I got a visit from a strange fellow you might know by the name of Josh Eagles. You know him, dresses with class, speaks with class, has a way about him that lets you know he's a somebody. Unlike youself of course.
Brian Lee: WHAT! What the heck did he want. And why are you going off sticking your nose where it don't belong.
Landlord: Now now just ease up. He just wanted to help pay your living expenses, Infact I think you should mopping the ground the dude walks on or throwing roses at his feet. Because just being near him would atleast give you some sort of credibility. The man left 5,000 smackers here to pay your future rent. You should be greatful.
Brian Lee: I'll be greatful all over his gawd damn face. Stay right there I'm on my way back. We're going to sort this crap out right now.
Brian Lee slams the phone down. He walks over towards his used green pick up truck. In the back you can see pieces of his old harley. Obviously the years finally caught up with it. Brian Lee takes off. He arrives at the apartments in no time and storms into the door.
Brian Lee: Now what the heck is going on. Tell me exactly what that prima donna had to say.
Landlord: I don't see why you're getting so worked up. Your cheap ass could never pay on time and now you or I won't have to worry about that now will we. I mean here's the envelope right here full of green. As far as what he said, it was something about money, power and owning your life. So what do you say you stay out of my face for the next few months.
Brian Lee: (eyeballing the envelope) You know you got a lot of mouth to be just a small time landlord.
Landlord: This money here gives me the right to have a lot of...
Before the landlord can finish speaking, Brian Lee cold cocks him. The landlord falls backwards and is out cold. Lee grabs the envelope and stuffs it into his pocket. He goes up stair to his appartment and grabs his few things and packs them up. He heads back down and out the door throwing his stuff into the truck. Hours later filming begins late at night in the wood at a large rather well put together cabin. The cameras direct their view upwards and you see Brian Lee sitting in a tree. Brian Lee knows that the cameras are there but he doesn't bother to look into them. Instead he just stares up at the stars as he starts speaking
Brian Lee: I like it out here it's quite, the air is clean and it helps me think. Oh what you didn't think someone like me would own such a nice cabin. Truth be told I never really liked being around a lot of people. Because it seems like for every one decent person you may meet, there are 10 or so assholes and I have met a lot of decent people and more asshole than I wish to talk about. I can remember all the way back when they use to laugh at me and mock me in school. The teachers loved to make me look like a fool. (laughs hitting himself in the head a few times.) Did you hear what I said? They loved to make me look like a fool. ALL OF THEM! They all just wanted to run my life they all wanted me to be like them. Wear the clothes they wore. Participate in the activities they participated in. Eat and drink the foods and beverages they drank.
I wasn't having any of it though. You wonder what I am talking about. What does all this mean? See people like Josh Eagles looks at me. See the cheap clothes, unfit living conditions, pathetic vehicle. Then you say that guy is a loser, he's nothing but a poor idiot bum. What no one does know is I actually have a decent amount of cash stored in the bank. Being born in a high rolling family has benefits. Unfortuantely I told them i'd rather just have the cash and they can keep their parties, and fake friends to themselves. It's like I said, I hate being around people because they are all blind. I live in the real world, the reality. I get a broken nose I am not going to run to the doctor and get a paris hilton.
This is all to make a point what I am saying here. See Josh Eagles thinks that his money and power can control my life. I don't know what kind of power he think he has but we both obviously now that I have told you, have cash. However I refuse to pay stuck up assholes for luxurious homes, cars, or expensive beer. I also refuse to pay punk ass landlords who have no respect for their tenants and only want their money. All Josh Eagles has done is remind me of my past. I can remember the kids who were just like him. Always flashing their new gear, always pointing the finger at me because i'd rather be myself. I wasn't out to impress anyone then and I am not out to impress anyone now.
Let's face it though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care what anyone thought. We all care even if we aren't going to admit it. In those days I had some bad thoughts in my head about what I wanted to do to those peoples. I was just a youngin then though and in those days I didn't have the courage to make a move or stand up for myself. I always wanted to though. To hear the screams and see the looks of fear and torment on thier faces as they suffered at my hands. You see Josh Eagles all you have done is rekindled that fire that was once inside me. That violent flame I had toward people like you. Always thinking that just because you stand on a higher class than some people that you can do anything. That you can walk around acting like your shit don't stink. Man I love hurting people, I love to fight. It's my passion. However maiming snobby kinds like yourself is like a bonus to me.
Well I tell you Josh Eagles, this is not about having money. This is about the effect of money and the beating I promised to give you. You can run around sticking your nose in my personal affairs all you want. At the end of the day however it will always be you who regrets trying to mess with my life. See money changes people who let it. It mainly changes them to the worse. Well Josh Eagles that's exactly what you have done to me. They say money is the root of all evil. Well Eagles you better be ready to face the evil violence within me when that bell sounds. Your so-called plan to "try and control my life or get into my head" has only gotten you in deeper water. You will probably claim success. I am not surprised it what big ego'ed guys like you always do.
These are not words of intimidation so don't think they are. These are words of promise. Words of gurantee. You can mess with some peoples lives and they go off in a panic and fear of what has happened to them. You don't mess with the life of a registered violent son of a bitch because it will only backfire on you in the worse ways. As for your money. Hell it could be marked for all I know. Therefore (tosses the money into the distance) I guess we will call it wasted and unclaimed cash. Next time (He pulls out a check and lights it on fire.) write a check moron, and make sure you can cash it. Because right now your mouth and actions have written one your ass can't! I'm Brian "F'n Lee and that means F-U!
The cameras zoom down on the burning check. Upon closer view you can see the check has the name "Josh Eagles" written on it.
Brian Lee: GET OFF THE PHONE YOU FAT BITCH!
The girl jumps in shock dropping her big gulp and chips. She turns to Brian Lee with a look like she is about to cry. Brian Lee just grabs the phone and turns his back towards her and she leaves with tears in her eyes. Brian Lee just rolls his eyes again and dials the number of the apartment of which he's staying. The landlord answers the phone.
Landlord: Baldwin Appartment's, Landlord speaking how can I help you?
Brian Lee: You can help me by telling me if my damn mail has came yet.
Landlord: Oh it's just you. Yeah your mail is here but I got something even more to tell ya. I don't know where a useless sack of crap like you got such a strange mysterious but classy business associate and I don't care. As long as it keeps food in my mouth at a great price.
Brian Lee: What the hell are you own about?
Landlord: I got a visit from a strange fellow you might know by the name of Josh Eagles. You know him, dresses with class, speaks with class, has a way about him that lets you know he's a somebody. Unlike youself of course.
Brian Lee: WHAT! What the heck did he want. And why are you going off sticking your nose where it don't belong.
Landlord: Now now just ease up. He just wanted to help pay your living expenses, Infact I think you should mopping the ground the dude walks on or throwing roses at his feet. Because just being near him would atleast give you some sort of credibility. The man left 5,000 smackers here to pay your future rent. You should be greatful.
Brian Lee: I'll be greatful all over his gawd damn face. Stay right there I'm on my way back. We're going to sort this crap out right now.
Brian Lee slams the phone down. He walks over towards his used green pick up truck. In the back you can see pieces of his old harley. Obviously the years finally caught up with it. Brian Lee takes off. He arrives at the apartments in no time and storms into the door.
Brian Lee: Now what the heck is going on. Tell me exactly what that prima donna had to say.
Landlord: I don't see why you're getting so worked up. Your cheap ass could never pay on time and now you or I won't have to worry about that now will we. I mean here's the envelope right here full of green. As far as what he said, it was something about money, power and owning your life. So what do you say you stay out of my face for the next few months.
Brian Lee: (eyeballing the envelope) You know you got a lot of mouth to be just a small time landlord.
Landlord: This money here gives me the right to have a lot of...
Before the landlord can finish speaking, Brian Lee cold cocks him. The landlord falls backwards and is out cold. Lee grabs the envelope and stuffs it into his pocket. He goes up stair to his appartment and grabs his few things and packs them up. He heads back down and out the door throwing his stuff into the truck. Hours later filming begins late at night in the wood at a large rather well put together cabin. The cameras direct their view upwards and you see Brian Lee sitting in a tree. Brian Lee knows that the cameras are there but he doesn't bother to look into them. Instead he just stares up at the stars as he starts speaking
Brian Lee: I like it out here it's quite, the air is clean and it helps me think. Oh what you didn't think someone like me would own such a nice cabin. Truth be told I never really liked being around a lot of people. Because it seems like for every one decent person you may meet, there are 10 or so assholes and I have met a lot of decent people and more asshole than I wish to talk about. I can remember all the way back when they use to laugh at me and mock me in school. The teachers loved to make me look like a fool. (laughs hitting himself in the head a few times.) Did you hear what I said? They loved to make me look like a fool. ALL OF THEM! They all just wanted to run my life they all wanted me to be like them. Wear the clothes they wore. Participate in the activities they participated in. Eat and drink the foods and beverages they drank.
I wasn't having any of it though. You wonder what I am talking about. What does all this mean? See people like Josh Eagles looks at me. See the cheap clothes, unfit living conditions, pathetic vehicle. Then you say that guy is a loser, he's nothing but a poor idiot bum. What no one does know is I actually have a decent amount of cash stored in the bank. Being born in a high rolling family has benefits. Unfortuantely I told them i'd rather just have the cash and they can keep their parties, and fake friends to themselves. It's like I said, I hate being around people because they are all blind. I live in the real world, the reality. I get a broken nose I am not going to run to the doctor and get a paris hilton.
This is all to make a point what I am saying here. See Josh Eagles thinks that his money and power can control my life. I don't know what kind of power he think he has but we both obviously now that I have told you, have cash. However I refuse to pay stuck up assholes for luxurious homes, cars, or expensive beer. I also refuse to pay punk ass landlords who have no respect for their tenants and only want their money. All Josh Eagles has done is remind me of my past. I can remember the kids who were just like him. Always flashing their new gear, always pointing the finger at me because i'd rather be myself. I wasn't out to impress anyone then and I am not out to impress anyone now.
Let's face it though. I'd be lying if I said I didn't care what anyone thought. We all care even if we aren't going to admit it. In those days I had some bad thoughts in my head about what I wanted to do to those peoples. I was just a youngin then though and in those days I didn't have the courage to make a move or stand up for myself. I always wanted to though. To hear the screams and see the looks of fear and torment on thier faces as they suffered at my hands. You see Josh Eagles all you have done is rekindled that fire that was once inside me. That violent flame I had toward people like you. Always thinking that just because you stand on a higher class than some people that you can do anything. That you can walk around acting like your shit don't stink. Man I love hurting people, I love to fight. It's my passion. However maiming snobby kinds like yourself is like a bonus to me.
Well I tell you Josh Eagles, this is not about having money. This is about the effect of money and the beating I promised to give you. You can run around sticking your nose in my personal affairs all you want. At the end of the day however it will always be you who regrets trying to mess with my life. See money changes people who let it. It mainly changes them to the worse. Well Josh Eagles that's exactly what you have done to me. They say money is the root of all evil. Well Eagles you better be ready to face the evil violence within me when that bell sounds. Your so-called plan to "try and control my life or get into my head" has only gotten you in deeper water. You will probably claim success. I am not surprised it what big ego'ed guys like you always do.
These are not words of intimidation so don't think they are. These are words of promise. Words of gurantee. You can mess with some peoples lives and they go off in a panic and fear of what has happened to them. You don't mess with the life of a registered violent son of a bitch because it will only backfire on you in the worse ways. As for your money. Hell it could be marked for all I know. Therefore (tosses the money into the distance) I guess we will call it wasted and unclaimed cash. Next time (He pulls out a check and lights it on fire.) write a check moron, and make sure you can cash it. Because right now your mouth and actions have written one your ass can't! I'm Brian "F'n Lee and that means F-U!
The cameras zoom down on the burning check. Upon closer view you can see the check has the name "Josh Eagles" written on it.