Post by Joey on Jun 2, 2021 13:18:05 GMT -5
We see Jude in his home. He has finally finished tidying up the place, it took weeks for him to get it the way he likes it. He has on a white tshirt, blue jeans, and socks and sandals. His brownish blondish hair is unkempt and his pale blue eyes seem to still pierce the veil of hair around his face.
He just finished mopping his entire house, and the floors look clean and shiny.
“When I was a little kid my mother always had chores for us, different chores for each day. There was never a day where we didn't have to do chores. So first chores, then homework, and if there was time left we could watch TV. Rarely was there much time left.”
He puts the broom he was using earlier in the closet near the hallway.
“My brother and I would complain to each other all day. About how unfair it all was. But as we got older we came to understand, if she didn't have the entire house and outside property in ship shape, there would be hell to pay to our father. She was so afraid of him, and we also came to understand that. He was not a good man.”
He throws the mop bucket water in the backyard and then proceeds to put the bucket and mop in the same hallway closet as where the broom was.
“Not all men are good men. In fact most men are not good men, they want to be, they try to be, but they fail. And it is in that failure that begin to understand themselves. And you can be two types of men, the ones who strive to be better, or the ones who give up and just accept who they are, or try the rest of their lives trying to deny who they really are.”
Jude looks around his home and it is immaculate. Just the way his mother would have had it back in her day.
Each day he and his brother Redd would do chores as he said earlier. One day it would yard work, mowing the lawn, picking up leaves, it was alright but just awful during summer days. Other days they would polish all the furniture in their home, to the point that if you sat on a wooden chair you would go sliding off. Other days we would help her clean the fridge, the shower, the toilet, we’d make sure all the closets had ironed shirts and pants. My father hated any lines on his clothes. And there was always a price to pay in his eyes for anything that was not the way he liked it. He was king of his castle and that was it.
“Now I have to talk about Louis Cypher. I want to say how you are like one of the men I mentioned, one of two types, but you are honest about yourself and always have been. I have to respect that. I do not respect you but I respect that if nothing else you are honest about what kind of man you are. Few ever get to that level. You are a sinner, and you are fine with that. You are not a good man, not a good father and you have owned up to that as well. But it is that unwillingness to even try to be better that has me confused. No man should be fine with being a failure. You failed your wife, your children, you failed God and you revel in it? I just don't understand. Help me with that if you can. You seek out darkness, but you don't have any idea of what true evil is. You think you do, you think you want it, but you’ve never really experienced it. What it means. You will be damned. And while you say that is what you want, trust me sir, you have no clue what is in store for you, none whatsoever.”
Jude looks out the large windows towards his backyard. The grass is green and cut, the lawn is perfect.
As for my name, you seemed to get a kick out of it? But I never claimed to be a real Saint, that was just something that happened as far as names go, or nicknames. I never liked to go hunting with my father or friends, one day in the woods, the kids shot a bird and left it, I picked it up took it home, cleaned its wound on its wing and fed it, gave it water, soon enough it was strong enough to fly away. A week later I took in a stray dog. The week after that a cat. Kids around the neighborhood called me The Saint of lost dogs, which later they called me Saint Jude because lost dogs sounded like lost cause and so Saint Jude was born in me, or given to me.
That is just a bit of my history. With you Louis, I plan to make this easy and simple. I am gonna mop the floor with you, just like I did with the floors in my home. And after that you will go home and rethink your whole outlook on life. There is so much more to life than what you are, I doubt I will change you but I will try. Of that you can rest assured.
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He just finished mopping his entire house, and the floors look clean and shiny.
“When I was a little kid my mother always had chores for us, different chores for each day. There was never a day where we didn't have to do chores. So first chores, then homework, and if there was time left we could watch TV. Rarely was there much time left.”
He puts the broom he was using earlier in the closet near the hallway.
“My brother and I would complain to each other all day. About how unfair it all was. But as we got older we came to understand, if she didn't have the entire house and outside property in ship shape, there would be hell to pay to our father. She was so afraid of him, and we also came to understand that. He was not a good man.”
He throws the mop bucket water in the backyard and then proceeds to put the bucket and mop in the same hallway closet as where the broom was.
“Not all men are good men. In fact most men are not good men, they want to be, they try to be, but they fail. And it is in that failure that begin to understand themselves. And you can be two types of men, the ones who strive to be better, or the ones who give up and just accept who they are, or try the rest of their lives trying to deny who they really are.”
Jude looks around his home and it is immaculate. Just the way his mother would have had it back in her day.
Each day he and his brother Redd would do chores as he said earlier. One day it would yard work, mowing the lawn, picking up leaves, it was alright but just awful during summer days. Other days they would polish all the furniture in their home, to the point that if you sat on a wooden chair you would go sliding off. Other days we would help her clean the fridge, the shower, the toilet, we’d make sure all the closets had ironed shirts and pants. My father hated any lines on his clothes. And there was always a price to pay in his eyes for anything that was not the way he liked it. He was king of his castle and that was it.
“Now I have to talk about Louis Cypher. I want to say how you are like one of the men I mentioned, one of two types, but you are honest about yourself and always have been. I have to respect that. I do not respect you but I respect that if nothing else you are honest about what kind of man you are. Few ever get to that level. You are a sinner, and you are fine with that. You are not a good man, not a good father and you have owned up to that as well. But it is that unwillingness to even try to be better that has me confused. No man should be fine with being a failure. You failed your wife, your children, you failed God and you revel in it? I just don't understand. Help me with that if you can. You seek out darkness, but you don't have any idea of what true evil is. You think you do, you think you want it, but you’ve never really experienced it. What it means. You will be damned. And while you say that is what you want, trust me sir, you have no clue what is in store for you, none whatsoever.”
Jude looks out the large windows towards his backyard. The grass is green and cut, the lawn is perfect.
As for my name, you seemed to get a kick out of it? But I never claimed to be a real Saint, that was just something that happened as far as names go, or nicknames. I never liked to go hunting with my father or friends, one day in the woods, the kids shot a bird and left it, I picked it up took it home, cleaned its wound on its wing and fed it, gave it water, soon enough it was strong enough to fly away. A week later I took in a stray dog. The week after that a cat. Kids around the neighborhood called me The Saint of lost dogs, which later they called me Saint Jude because lost dogs sounded like lost cause and so Saint Jude was born in me, or given to me.
That is just a bit of my history. With you Louis, I plan to make this easy and simple. I am gonna mop the floor with you, just like I did with the floors in my home. And after that you will go home and rethink your whole outlook on life. There is so much more to life than what you are, I doubt I will change you but I will try. Of that you can rest assured.
Fade to dark
