OK, okay-okay. Yeah, I’ll bet you write something real creative, right? Something dark, maybe? Transporting my face to C Monster’s face to the face of each face in a field of faces. Oh, clever, yeah. Yes. Nahh. Bring about all the change to one face of my face and the movie Face/Off. I’d be Travolta —err, I’d be Cage as Travolta, but really Cage. Or John Woo. No, neither, that’s fucking racist. Let’s get an image in there; “there” being mind to fingers to word. And it’s an unkempt cowboy staring into a mirror, and his hair gives the impression he is frowning. This is fucking sad, because I love cowboys and this one doesn’t know French from English. Just thick-accented lingo only his mirror and the bottle understands. Oh, shit, and he breaks that bottle for an edge. The sharpest edge. He tests each shard on his open palm. Aww, cowboy, no it’s not worth all this nonsense. With the shard, he begins shaving, using the blood as it loosens his facial hair. His hat lies next to his boots by the toilet. His bare feet bathe in the booze smashed out from the bottle. He licks the blood off his lips.
Cowboy, you’re so important to me, yes? I adore your tragedy. Gain sugar that won’t dissolve. A hound that tries, but can’t, speak English. American flags fly with or without the scars on your face that are being torn back open to the world of wounds. Don’t. Hair and blood mixes with brownish water and spirals into the drain. This was so much funnier without you cowboy — not really. “Y’all lookin’ round funny?” he asks me. And I wonder what it could be at this point. He kneels down in the glass and starts scooping up the last of his booze mixing with blood from his knees and fingers and hands. His face drips and is patchy. Tears sting his torn face and taste like licking a rusted GTO. “Not enough,” he shouts and slams his fists into the puddle (mostly blood now) and glass (more blood now-now). But the booze drowns his system, and he sits with a half cut and crooked smile, puts on them boots, and covers his face with his hat. Maybe I’d be Travolta as Cage as Travolta.
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