Post by twilight on Mar 9, 2017 17:40:32 GMT -5
The scene is Jack's home in Oklahoma, its a nice day, sun is starting to set, he's finished his work for the day, he's sitting outside on his fathers old rocking chair, he has a book in his lap, and drinking some iced tea. Today was a good day, and now he can unwind and relax, read a little, and think about the upcoming day tommorrow.
He sets his book down on the small table next to him and sets his drink down as well. He takes a deep breath and speaks.
"Well Balkan, so you fially spoke. Good for you. Would you like a prize? How about an applause? A standing ovation? How about some napkins for the tears I just shed? No? Oh well dont say I didnt offer. "
Jack takes a drink from his tea and points to the book.
"Do you want to know what I am reading? Its Oliver Twist written by Charles Dickens. Yeah thats right, this country boy can read, whoo boy. Heres a tip for you and the rest, country boys can survive. But that is neither here nor there. Lucas you retold a touching story and it truly was well told. But you got to understand one thing. No one cares. In this business, actions speak louder than words. And you can speak till the cows come home, and all that will ever matter is if you win in the ring or not. Simple as that. Aint no miusunderstanding, aint no confusion. Yall got that?"
Jack picks up the book with his left hand.
"And you Balkan are no damn Oliver Twist, so you caught someones fist before it hit you? Who whoop de doo. You know what I never got anyones fist, I just got hit and beat up, I was small as a kid too. Aint no one stepping up to help me, I had to help myself. And I didnt have no epiphany like you did, I didnt suddenly realize I had the "Force" within me and that I would soon grow up to be all powerful, all masterful. No no no, that sure as heck didnt happen to me Balkan. "
"You tell a good story, dont get me wrong, but I think thats all it really is. Just a story, a made up one to be sure. I think you spent your days in the libary alone, secluded, and reading a book or two. Letting your mind take you on adventures. And one day you woke up and shucks you decided to tell a story all your own. And Balkan, that I could respect. Not the story you just dished out. But anyway it dont really matter do it? No it sure dont."
Jack sits back on the rocking chair and picks up his book again and starts reading again all the while smile.
Fade to light
He sets his book down on the small table next to him and sets his drink down as well. He takes a deep breath and speaks.
"Well Balkan, so you fially spoke. Good for you. Would you like a prize? How about an applause? A standing ovation? How about some napkins for the tears I just shed? No? Oh well dont say I didnt offer. "
Jack takes a drink from his tea and points to the book.
"Do you want to know what I am reading? Its Oliver Twist written by Charles Dickens. Yeah thats right, this country boy can read, whoo boy. Heres a tip for you and the rest, country boys can survive. But that is neither here nor there. Lucas you retold a touching story and it truly was well told. But you got to understand one thing. No one cares. In this business, actions speak louder than words. And you can speak till the cows come home, and all that will ever matter is if you win in the ring or not. Simple as that. Aint no miusunderstanding, aint no confusion. Yall got that?"
Jack picks up the book with his left hand.
"And you Balkan are no damn Oliver Twist, so you caught someones fist before it hit you? Who whoop de doo. You know what I never got anyones fist, I just got hit and beat up, I was small as a kid too. Aint no one stepping up to help me, I had to help myself. And I didnt have no epiphany like you did, I didnt suddenly realize I had the "Force" within me and that I would soon grow up to be all powerful, all masterful. No no no, that sure as heck didnt happen to me Balkan. "
"You tell a good story, dont get me wrong, but I think thats all it really is. Just a story, a made up one to be sure. I think you spent your days in the libary alone, secluded, and reading a book or two. Letting your mind take you on adventures. And one day you woke up and shucks you decided to tell a story all your own. And Balkan, that I could respect. Not the story you just dished out. But anyway it dont really matter do it? No it sure dont."
Jack sits back on the rocking chair and picks up his book again and starts reading again all the while smile.
Fade to light
