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St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Lancaster. I hope it's not serious.

Here all alone.

French is my first language, so please excuse my English.

And please excuse the stationery, and please excuse my wobbly handwriting.

Seems I broke my thumb.

But other than that and a slight concussion, they tell me I'm okay.

Of course, nothing happened to Bud. Nothing ever does.

Bud's my boyfriend.

Of course, they did end up barring him from the hospital for trying to make

to me in the emergency room.

So that's how come I have the time to write to you.

Anyway, you probably want to get right down to the juicy stuff.

So here goes.

Bud and I love to hear a good house band.

But last Saturday night, the band didn't show up.

And at the last minute, the management had to scramble to put on a different

show.

It's a contest.

Just both.

It's America.

Just expressing my opinion.

Opinion, my ass.

Give Bud a couple of beers and anything can happen.

But when he goes too far, I yank the leash and really mean.

We were just talking.

And that's your right. But just like the counselor said, it's healthy for you to

express your anger. That's what I like about you.

Come on, it's nothing we can't work out.

You give a little, I give a little. No one gets hurt.

Okay?

So, let's talk about it.

Yeah, okay.

So, I guess you expect me to explain.

All right.

So that's good. We're having a discussion.

Like I said, we were just talking. She followed me. She found me in the men's

room with my pants down.

She wouldn't stop talking.

Some girls are like that. It just won't take no for an answer.

What was I supposed to do, huh?

Put yourself in my shoes.

What would you do, huh?

So, okay, you don't want to put yourself in my place.

Put yourself in her place, huh?

Poor thing probably never had a compliment before.

Felt sorry for her standing there in the back.

I can see her right now at home on Saturday night watching TV all alone.

thing finally gets enough nerve to go out.

Felt sorry for her.

That's right.

Felt sorry for her.

See, hell yeah. Sometimes you try to do something nice with somebody and somehow

it gets misinterpreted. You end up in the doghouse.

All right.

Look, baby.

I admit it.

I'm human.

I make mistakes like everybody else.

I don't have all the answers.

Look at me.

Look. It's true. I'm shaking. Look at that.

I am. Look. You have me pushed up against the wall. I'm shaking. Look.

Look. Look.

All right, all right, all right.

You're right, you're right. It was me.

But it wasn't really me. It was one of those out -of -body experiences.

You know, like we were eating the checkout one.

And you know what?

It was scary.

It was. It was scary. It was.

Come on.

You can't do this to me.

Not right now.

Not when you know how really, really vulnerable I am right now.

You know things haven't been going good at work.

Recession.

Smitty got fired. I could be next.

People aren't interested in craftsmanship anymore. Just as long as

starts in one. That's all they give a shit about.

You know, nobody needs a carburetor artist like me anymore.

That's right. I said a good mechanic is an endangered species, just like the

dinosaurs.

Just a matter of time before I end up as fossil fuel in somebody else's gas

tank.

So it's perfectly understandable that when Saturday night comes around that me

and guys like me on the verge of extinction need to let off a little

yeah.

But you know the difference between me and them is that I take you with me. I

do. Everywhere I go, I take you with me, right?

We're in it together, right?

Right?

I'm going to shut up.

And not even try and deny that something upsetting may have happened back there.

But just one thing.

Tell me, for the record, what would you have done if you were in my shoes?

Huh? What would you have done? Tell me.

God damn it.

You're really starting to piss me off. You know that? You know why?

Because every time we have an argument, you feel like...

for some shit that ain't me.

My sex drive is in my DNA.

It's in my genes.

Hell, my old man lost both his legs in the war and he still has the hottest

reputation back home in Tempe, Arizona. Even with those college kids and

everything, he's still numero uno with the ladies.

That's right.

I said ladies.

And my brother Delbert, forget about it.

Say no more.

Talk about sex drive.

What about when you went through that phase when the only way you could get

turned on is if we did it in public?

At football games?

Oh, with the crowd cheering all around us? Everybody else is blocking and

tackling, and we're back there fucking.

Jesus.

Or how about in traffic, huh? When we're stuck in traffic and those truckers are

looking down on us, I don't know what to do.

In the park on Sunday afternoons, huh?

Remember that?

Do you?

How about in the windows of a certain tall building at night with all the

on?

You remember the Cadillac, don't you? Huh? The Cadillac?

You gotta remember the Cadillac. Remember the Cadillac? Hmm?

Do you?

The Cadillac in the garage on the lift?

Smitty was changing the oil, remember? We had to be real careful.

It was swaying back and forth.

Come on, baby, talk to me.

Say anything.

Come on.

Think about all the good times we shared together.

Think about all the times I've been there for you, huh?

Like that time in Myrtle Beach when you got so goddamn hot I thought you were

gonna die nine hours straight.

That's right, I said nine hours straight.

I kept looking over at the clock on the floor and staring at it and thinking to

myself, Jesus H. Christ, we're still going at it. I mean, nine hours

New world's record.

Even now when I'm sitting at the house all alone by myself, I start thinking

about it.

Every position invented by man or God.

Baby, baby.

That brings to mind that couple in Fort Lauderdale. And let's not forget Fort

Lauderdale. How could we ever forget Fort Lauderdale?

What I love about strip poker is even when you lose, you win.

There was that time in Daytona Beach with that girlfriend of yours.

Rita? Oh, my God in heaven.

You know, when I invited her into our room for the beer, you know, I thought

that'd be it. But then she just kept hanging around.

And then when she took that shower and asked you to come on in and soap up her

back, oh, my God, I thought I was going to explode.

Hey, she was hot for me, so I said, baby, if you want me, you got to take

too. It's a package deal.

Oh, baby.

Baby, you are so damn hot. Beyond hot. Hot as a motherfucker.

What I'm trying to say is, baby, you're the best.

What happened tonight is just a bump, a temporary detour on the road the rest of

our lives together.

Now you're going to be the mother of my children.

Talking about your mother.

I don't know if she had a chance to tell you, but I even called her yesterday to

express my sympathy over those hot flashes you told me she was having.

I told her I hope she gets well soon and not to worry about that affair your

father's having with that 15 -year -old girl.

I told her to keep your chin up, Mom. Ain't tough.

And by the way, I never said it was okay for him to use my apartment.

See? I'm as sensitive as the next guy.

And caring and loving and sensitive.

S -E -N -S -I -T -H.

You write everything down. Write that down. S -I -T -H. That's it.

I'm not afraid to show my emotions. Write that down, too.

Talk to me, baby.

Come on.

Please. Say something.

Talk to me.

Come on. You got to.

I'm going to lose touch with my rational self if you don't, huh?

Come on, you remember that other little person who lives inside of me, huh?

We're talking low blood sugar. We're talking animal instincts.

We're talking the world of the criminally insane.

Jesus, Mary, Mother of God, talk to me!

You know, I was under the impression that our relationship had reached

but I guess I was wrong.

Talk to me.

Come on.

Talk to me.

Leave. Say something.

Say anything.

Really got me going now.

It's become a thing. There's no turning back. Talk or die.

Those are the new rules.

It's your choice.

You choose.

Talk or die.

You are way tough.

What you don't understand is that I'm bringing stability into your life.

That's right.

We're in it together.

Live together, play together, die together.

Talk or die.

Calm me down.

It's time for our song.

Oh,

God. That's the 15th time you've trashed that tape. Isn't there anything that's

sacred anymore?

Huh?

You know all... All I wanted tonight was to be held.

That's it, to be held.

Feel protected.

Believe me, baby, at times like this, I think about growing old all alone.

I think back on all those silly mistakes I made, even back there.

Thinking back on how different my life could have been if only I had taken

advantage of this opportunity or that.

Even people with worse luck than me.

I bet if they look back on their lives, there was at least one or two

opportunities they could have grabbed onto along the way that would have

everything around.

Call it destiny, call it anything you want, but hooking up with you the way I

have is the greatest thing in my life.

So naturally, what do I do?

I set out to destroy it. Why? I don't know why. Who caused it?

I guess deep down inside, I feel like I don't deserve you. I don't know.

Maybe I'm afraid you'll leave me.

All I do know is that I couldn't stand to lose you.

Because what you are is a golden ring.

You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Like I said, without you, I'm just another mechanic on the verge of

But with you, there's hope.

Blue skies.

The way you smell, the baby powder you use, your perfume,

the way you're always somehow wet when I slide my hand down between your legs.

With you, I get this vision of who I can become instead of who I am.

That's the way I feel.

Well, you know, even with all those good things considered, unless you talk to

me,

Unless you open your goddamn mouth and speak, in the next 15 seconds, I'm going

to drive this car through that barricade up ahead. That's right.

I said it all comes down to that. Talk or die.

15.

14.

You know, even after everything you put me through, I'm here to tell you that

nothing else in the whole world means anything to me but you.

Seven.

Six.

That's right, because if you don't have love, what's the use in living?

Three. Two.

Talk to me, baby.

One.

I just love foreplay.

Wow, now that's quite an interesting relationship.

Some leash you've got him on, eh, Stella?

Subject you know something about.

Talk about compatibility.

But I guess it's not about how it looks from the outside.

If it fits, it fits.

You see them about 75 years old.

She's still setting him up and he's still taking the bait.

Perfect.

Just another Saturday night.

Talk to me, Stella.

Talk to me.