Post by Joey on Mar 4, 2022 20:58:37 GMT -5
We see Redd inside his home. He has not been there in many months. There is dust and cobwebs everywhere. So he has decided to do some cleaning. He starts by using the broom to gather all the dust and uses it to bring down the cobwebs. He uses a dust pan to pick up everything and put in trash container. He looks visibly annoyed.
“You see the mess I have to clean up around here? And I am not just talking about the mess in my home. I am talking about the mess in SFT as well. I leave Jude in charge of a perfectly smooth running car and when I get back, I get a lemon that's on its last leg! What the heck did you do? I cant leave you alone for a minute? Just like when we were kids!”
Redd starts to mop the floor doing it furiously. He has a bead of sweat going down his neck.
“I am really not in the mood for this right now. Not at all. I feel tired. More tired than I was before I left. I feel lost. Like a kite trapped in a tornado. No control. No direction. Just lost. I used to be the tornado. I controlled the chaos and destruction. Now things are different. I am no longer in control of my own fate. No longer the arrow in the bow that is life. And I feel helpless. I do not like feeling like this. It does not suit me. Not at all.”
Redd stops mopping and catches his breath, as his hair in front of his face mostly covers his face and it moves back and forth with each heavy breath.
“I feel sick most times. And I keep thinking I forgot something. Like I forgot to do something important but I cant remember what. I keep seeing things, just whispers and mists. And I think I am being haunted. Haunted by my own memories. Haunted by ghosts that should not be. At night I cant sleep. At night I twist and turn, and I punch the pillows and my bed. And beg for just a few hours of nothingness. But that never happens. And I drag on through my days in a haze and daze. Feeling like a zombie in some bad B horror movie. I am but a shade of the man I used to be. And its not just that I am getting old. Its more than that. I no longer feel like the world revolves around me. I feel like I am just a backup actor that no one remembers after the movie is done. Just background fodder. “
He snaps the mop in two with his left hand and he looks at it surprised.
“I feel that one day soon, I will just cease to exist and just poof no longer be around, disappearing like a hand full of dust on a windy day. And it makes me feel afraid. I am no longer anything. I am no longer a man, just a weak memory of a man that never was and never should have been. And that makes me more afraid. And angry. So angry.”
He throws the broken mop in the corner.
“And now I have to face Shrimp. Who is he? Does he matter? Does he feel anger and pain? I wish for his sake he takes a second thought before he enters the ring. Cause I am not sure what will happen if and when that bell rings."
Redd walks away.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
“You see the mess I have to clean up around here? And I am not just talking about the mess in my home. I am talking about the mess in SFT as well. I leave Jude in charge of a perfectly smooth running car and when I get back, I get a lemon that's on its last leg! What the heck did you do? I cant leave you alone for a minute? Just like when we were kids!”
Redd starts to mop the floor doing it furiously. He has a bead of sweat going down his neck.
“I am really not in the mood for this right now. Not at all. I feel tired. More tired than I was before I left. I feel lost. Like a kite trapped in a tornado. No control. No direction. Just lost. I used to be the tornado. I controlled the chaos and destruction. Now things are different. I am no longer in control of my own fate. No longer the arrow in the bow that is life. And I feel helpless. I do not like feeling like this. It does not suit me. Not at all.”
Redd stops mopping and catches his breath, as his hair in front of his face mostly covers his face and it moves back and forth with each heavy breath.
“I feel sick most times. And I keep thinking I forgot something. Like I forgot to do something important but I cant remember what. I keep seeing things, just whispers and mists. And I think I am being haunted. Haunted by my own memories. Haunted by ghosts that should not be. At night I cant sleep. At night I twist and turn, and I punch the pillows and my bed. And beg for just a few hours of nothingness. But that never happens. And I drag on through my days in a haze and daze. Feeling like a zombie in some bad B horror movie. I am but a shade of the man I used to be. And its not just that I am getting old. Its more than that. I no longer feel like the world revolves around me. I feel like I am just a backup actor that no one remembers after the movie is done. Just background fodder. “
He snaps the mop in two with his left hand and he looks at it surprised.
“I feel that one day soon, I will just cease to exist and just poof no longer be around, disappearing like a hand full of dust on a windy day. And it makes me feel afraid. I am no longer anything. I am no longer a man, just a weak memory of a man that never was and never should have been. And that makes me more afraid. And angry. So angry.”
He throws the broken mop in the corner.
“And now I have to face Shrimp. Who is he? Does he matter? Does he feel anger and pain? I wish for his sake he takes a second thought before he enters the ring. Cause I am not sure what will happen if and when that bell rings."
Redd walks away.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
