A True Man's Story
by Luvya Phoenix

HIY'ALL!!! Just wanted to say hola first. Well, I am a huge EEfan from Europe and started approx a dozen fics all kinds thru since. I haven't finished one of them up to now. But in one of the last sultry nights it came to me. I wrote this the last three days a.m. to p.m. and I got the feeling I want it to be my debut posted, about 4 hours were worth of sleep in the last 72, so plz don't be too cruel in your comments, that are all verrry verrry verrry welcome,
critic 2. Oh, and I'll do the newbie challenge, no fear. Just gimme some precious time.

*Summary: A crossover of EE and The Truman Show, a little confusing, so don't say I didn't warn ya! :)

*This story won't be worth reading at all if you've never watched The Truman show. Trust me, keep your hands off. I tried with someone who didn't, and she just stared at me with eyes wide open.

*Rated: PG, I guess.but anyway, I'm not quite 14 and I wrote this, so.

*Genre: Like the quoted, wonderful and touching movie: a tragicomedy, but without the comedy part.

*Spoilers: using Luck of the Irish, but not really spoiling it

*Disclaimer: All characters of EE belong to whoever slammed his/her hands down on the rights first, and that was not me. NCIII. Period. Also, all stuff I used from The Truman Show is not my property. I'm not gonna make money with this either. And the lyrics of "Man on the moon" belong to R.E.M.
*Thank yous go to: Measer, bcuz I think, somehow "The End" inspired me, all those gifted ppl who developed EE, Dawn for never getting tired of being a little trash, and to everyone who still wants to read my story after all this yak yak yak.

*Dedicated to Jim Carrey, for spanking me very much :))

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A True Man's Story
by Luvya Phoenix
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Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
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Chapter one: Suspicio us.
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Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Click. Bleep.  "Tuesday, 25th of July, 2000. 2:37 p.m. I am somewhere in a state perhaps called Nevada, the motel 'SunChez Inn', room 7d. It's bloody hot
and the air conditioning doesn't work. I-I don't care. I found this dictating machine in the second car I stole, and I am gonna record my story, what *circumstances* lead me here. Next to me, on my pillow, lies a gun. When I am done with this.I'll be about to blow away." Pause. Sigh. Tlicc. "No. No, it is right. There is a gun on my pillow, but it isn't loaded. There is the possibility that later, I'll buy some cartridges. Maybe I'll steal them. Maybe
I'll just jump out of my motel room window. But.I suppose I don't have the courage. No, I don't. Anyway, I have to get this ready. I do not know who I am up to give this to, or if. But I need to talk. I am many people's best friend. I have shared all my secrets with them. I do not trust no one any longer. The last one I have, she is dead. I don't know how much her death is a part of my depression. Gee, that's cool. I am depressive. I killed her. You would say.it was not my fault, Leigh. Maybe it really isn't. It's all the fault of the man in the moon." Bitter laughter. "I'll have a shower." Bleep. Click.
*****

#Sorry, Miss Baker, you can't get up now.#

#I need to. And I won't stay here becuz of any stupid nurse that doesn't know what's it all about! And for the last time, you won't get an autograph!#
*****

Cold water touches my wrists. The wound on my right hand's back is healing. The broken pieces even dug a little scar above my artery. How many times did I say the word 'broken'? I did not slash my wrists.
*****

#I tell you where you can go with your PLACEBO! Get Dr. Allen here! Right now.calling me hysterical.#
*****

Clues. Enough clues. Printing ink on Marissa's fingertips. Falling asleep in the train from Hickory. Slightly changed. A wrong spelled name. A little piece of wire in Patrick's hair. Chuck's watch. Erica's finger nail polish. Clues. Enough clues? Rational explanations. Do not get suspicious. Suspicio-us. What keeps 'us' together?
*****

#What's the matter with it, Miss Baker? I'm sure we can solve these problems-#
 
#Problems? I  got no problems.Owww.I just tell ya, I'm fine, and I wanna go home. I'll be a good patient and take my medicine at home, okay? And now get me my clothes. I gotta catch the A-Train.#

#Sorry, but with the fractures you got.#
*****

A low squeaking as the shower is being turned off. Taking a towel. It feels kinda rough. Looking at himself in the mirror. Does he like what he sees? He
raises a hand. It does not tremble anymore. He carefully closes his eyes. "I need a haircut."
*****

#Sometimes I wonder if he thinks I'm dead.I suppose he does.I hope he doesn't. Though, I guess it'd be better. We'll never see each other again, so.I thought crisis would bring people together.#
*****

Click. Bleep.  "I cut myself. My forehead is bleeding. It was an accident. I shaved my entire head. Don't know why. But I forgot my electric shaver at ho-"

Sigh. "There's no V in the back of my neck no more.Marcia used to stroke it. She once told me my hair would smell like spaghetti.I had time to think of
some cute phrases and metaphors under the shower. I'll continue now with my story. It is 3:48.I have been betrayed. My whole life was a lie. That sounds
so damn trashy. I could laugh bitter, what would sound trashier. Three months ago, I would have laughed at anyone who would have told me this. Of course, then, I had been going to sleep feeling slightly uncomfortable, after telling it to Mariss, who would have tried to, but yet there would have been something in her voice. If it had been true, and if not. But it is true. Crap, I still say Mariss. Sometimes, at night, when I lie in my cheap motel room here in Nevada, or somewhere else, don't care, everywhere I get recognized, everywhere, I get those looks, but for some reason only from tourists, or at
least people that look like tourists, just like I'd be a national sight like Grand Canyon, maybe I should leave the states, yeah I guess I should, maybe go
to some island paradise in the Caribbean, not just driving around at night, but I know I'd only just ask myself if it is true this time, though the chance
that this happens to one still alive human being is very small. Yeah, maybe this is the solution: I should kill myself. This thought is no longer the
ultimate, the scary one, after all. What does life mean? What, ah? I guess you could tell me, I couldn't. Is life for you, watching other people's ones?
Ones.have there been another ones? How should I know. Who are you? It seems I don't know  any- ah, for what reason. I said maybe I should kill myself, and that it doesn't scare me. Maybe it does, I did not want to think about it up to now. But I know, I won't make any moves, back-or forwards until I have told this. I do not want to get this published. Whatever, what should I do with it, no idea. I said sometimes when I lie.but I did not finish it.

Sometimes, at night, I wonder. I wonder how far it was acting. Somewhere inside, did no one bother? I think Mariss at least- no, she did not. And her name is not Marissa Clark. It seems just like I didn't stay long enough to go to the after show party.There were no emotions. I see it all thru different eyes now, if I let the thoughts get to me. I start sentences I don't finish. It's all a mess, I got so much to say and so much time, but I act like no one is going to hear this, so who cares. But I should at least spell it out in black and white what it is all about: My life was a show. The last thirtysomething years were directed, produced and had my name in the credits following every episode, which was my day in the most important cuts, and scenes. My parents, my friends, my employees in the bar, all the people I saved, they were all actors and actresses. Talented ones. The paper I got every morning was printed after the script of.anyone. My cat was trained. The city around me was the scenery.

Oh, and yeah, the paper was the one of the next day. I got tomorrow's newspaper. That's why the TV series was called "Early Edition". Once, when I
was still thinking it was real, the paper ruled my life. I was running around to save the people, thought that'd be my aim in life. Now I know it was
necessary to bring a 'fresh breeze' into my life to prevent low ratings. Suppose even reality-TV fans got tired of watching a frustrated stockbroker
dealing with his life. But if that guy gets upset, gets *updated*.then it airs on prime time. I can talk about my life like about a stranger's one now, at
least it looks alike. I guess that's what I learned in the early days after. The days I ran around frightened, not knowing what to do, driving much too
fast thru the desert, stopping to get gas and shouting at complete strangers if the liked the 30th birthday eppy . Oh yeah, I don't know where the studio
was located. I do not even know if the states exist that were taught me, at school, getting detention and good grades from Profs who went to a casting.

On these first days I got the whole program: feeling disgusted, feeling blind fury, getting despaired, seeing the hatred growing, strangling the red tabby
cat of one motel owner, hatred, seeing it fade away and being replaced by deep sadness, and then just emptiness and feeling so cold that lasted till today.
Is this why I searched for Nevada? The hot empty desert does not warm me. Did I feel this way too then? I mean, disgusting and so on, when I first got the paper? I suppose I was just surprised, followed by disbelief and resignation. I repressed it. Maybe this is not right at all. Maybe, if would stand, if
would go to some psychologist, who would tell me to stand against it all, maybe that would help, to try a new life, to get over it. To get over that all my existence was a fudge. Oh, I could pay the best of all the quacks. The best of all these guys who tell me that I, only myself and only myself, could find
the solution for my problems and my suffering. No. Wait. I have never been to a real psychologist before. That Dr. Sunland thing doesn't count. So, how do I know what a psychologist says? The TV told me. Satires do, the Simpsons do and so on. I should be the last person on earth who believes what TV says. No, wrong again. TV told the truth, what I thought my life was. People around me lied. People 'outside', watching me, knew that I did not know it, so TV told them the truth. Though some of them perhaps thought I'd be actor too, getting very well paid for shutting up. I got paid for shutting up. After all, I got. Sorry, critics, this time it was true. *A true man's story*. That was a cool title for a major motion picture, maybe when I would have married again, my entire life in shortcuts for the preview, and if had children one of them would get his or her own spin-off. If I would let my wife decide our baby's name, maybe they had done a call-in voting. Or better, they let them decide who I am gonna marry, or if I maybe become gay. Had been great for the ratings.

So much control over me? I am just starting to wonder, when Chuck left, when Erica left, when Crumb left, and when Patrick left, were they voted out? Did they get better offers, for they own? Or did they have a conscience? Anyway, the show had to go on. How would it have been gone on? How.what would they have done if I died? No, I guess they had chosen a TV-fitting death for me. I don't think it'd gone on until I am old. The 18-49's got slightly bored. So they maybe let me fall off anything at one of my rescues, something pretty stagy. A burning building or so. They wouldn't have let me go if- what, if? If I found out? I found out. They did not want to let me go. They dragged me to their man in the moon. They screamed at me. They threatened. They begged. They threw money after me. It took most of the money, and I am not ashamed. Why should I? They sold me. They thought money would keep me there. It didn't. They talked so much at me. They talked and talked. For hours. Maybe for days. I asked them, 'what is airing while I'm here?' and he said, the one who was the director, said, 'Marissa's getting her sight back, with a lot of commercials between', and I asked 'who is Marissa?' and they told me the names of all of them. I do not remember. Maybe I did not listen at all. Maybe they said it'd be better if I didn't know. It must have been a major catastrophe.

Dolly grip boys running around all the time. If I could sleep, I suppose that's what I'd dream of. Dolly grip boys running around. Cable guys screaming
into headsets. 'The ratings are blowing'. They blew much more then. Leigh-Allyn leaning against the wall. Getting paler and paler. Then they tried
another way. 'if you want to go, we won't keep you here. But believe us, outside's nothing worth to find.' We'll pay you. We'll pay you. We'll pay you.

But do not talk. 'What should happen, they all know I suppose.' 'Not the ones who could make us problems.' YOU CALL GETTING SUED A PROBLEM??  I stood up. I asked, 'where does it end?'. 'There's no way outta here from the moon. There's only one door that leads outta here.' So. I said 'goodbye.' And grabbed Leigh-Allyn's arm, she had to know. This moon was a labyrinth. We made it to the elevator. The song it played was.'Getaway' by Brian Adams." Sings. "I never planned to stay, getaway, ya know it's now or never, getaway, nobody lives forever.. I remember I laughed.  I laughed so hard I fell on the floor. Leigh did not laugh. She cried, but I did not care. The elevator doors opened somewhere. Outside. I started to run. That was the moment when the cameras showed me again, me and Leigh. No, that's one thing I kept: Her name was Kate.

Kate O'Rourke. For the audience. I guess, they were smart enough to recognize I'd be gone anyway, so they tried to get what they could before the blow up. All the millions of Americans seeing their beloved son go away. Headlines. I ran, we ran totally out of breath. I wonder how they called this ep.
Maybe.'Smash in the mirrors'? Sure, it was live." Bleep. Click.

*End of chapter one*

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Chatpter two: Smash in the mirrors
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Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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"Well then, Kate, I-" Gary just wanted to say goodbye. Been a long day. Done the work.

"Gary? Can I talk to you one moment?"

"That's not according to the script."

"Sure." They walked a few steps away, being followed by some pretty strange looks at their backs.

"Pete? What is she doing there??"

"Gary? We don't have much time." She spoke hurried, and with a tone of voice he did not understand at all.

"Huh? What are-"

"Gimme number seven. Tess, do anything. NOW!!"

"Gary? Don't.don't you wanna take me for a coffee to the bar? It's-"

"Gary, don't listen." She started walking faster, dragging confused Gary with her.

"*What*??" He tried to stop.

"Jason? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Annie. Gimme sixteen. Leigh, don't make yourself unhappy, babe.We still can explain it. Stop now and go back. DAMN GO BACK!"

"NO!" She raised her hand fiercely, "It is ENOUGH!! YOU GOT-"

"Commercials! Right now!"

"Listen, Leigh! Listen! DO ya want me to send ya a 'tweet'? You know what it is! I SHOWED YOU!"

"Gary listen what I tell ya is the truth in approx two minutes they'll shut me up for any reason they'll tell you I got mad just-" 'Kieran' came running,
grabbing her shoulders.

"Anyone call the ambulance! She's got an attack again!" He yelled, then turned to Gary. "I am very sorry, if she doesn't take her pills-"

"Someone tell me right now who did the casting for this ep!" No response.

"ANYWAY;  you hear me, you're FIRED!! Gimme eight. Eight, I SAY!"

"James, let go of me!" 'Kate' tried to brush his arms off. "Gary, don't believe him. Don't believe anyone! It's all a fudge! I'm not Irish, no one here is, they're all acting! My name is- aah!"

"You leave me no choice. Jamie, take her away. Jason, do a seventy-five code for the general."

She fell down on her knees, pressing her hands on her ears. "Stop it!"

"You see, sorry. We'll take her- we'll take her to the hospital. She can call you then. Come, it's all going to be good." 'Kieran' picked her up and started
to carry her away.

Kate suddenly turned around, so she fell down. With one hand propping up, she tore away her right earring. Blood started running down her cheek. "There, you see. See!" She stretched out the hand with the golden cross, or at least what looked that way. "It's a transmitter. It's all not real!"

"For God's sake, take away that thing! We got no connection to her. Code red!"

Gary stared at this scene with eyes wide open. **???**

"FAKE! I say! YOU ARE SOLD! They sell you!"

"Shh, shh. Ev'rything's gonna be aight."

"What kinda-"

"Someone call 911!"

"Ambulance on its way. Jamie, think of a good disease name. Hey, we're pros, we're gonna manage this!"

"She's epileptic."

"Epileptic?"

"Incalculable kind of. Changing one second to another. She gets paranoid. Horrible."

"I AM NOT SICK! Gary, believe me! I can proof. I can proof everything! The cameras, everywhere. The microphones, the transmitters! They gotta stop doing this to ya! The paper!"

"Shut her up!!"

"Jason, send a code red! .Then do it again!!"

"You get tomorrows newspaper today! You see! How, how should I know? Everyone knows! Your life airs on prime time."

"W-wait. WAIT! What-how-what are you saying?"

"Oh my sweet lord. JAMIE! TESS! Hell, do anything!"

"You get tomorrow's paper, delivered by a ca-" Kieran laid his hand on her mouth, no longer caring how this would look. It'll soon be too late if he-

"Let go of her!" Gary punched Kieran. One in stomach, one in the face. A bit dazed, he lost grip for one moment , what was enough for Kate. Something in this scene, situation told Gary it was going wrong. Pretty wrong.

"You get it from a cat, ya've been married with Marcia, a lawyer, she left you, Chuck moved to California you think, Erica's got a son called Henry, you
flushed a goldfish, Sparky, and there are a thousand things I know! In Hickory, where ya grew up-" She finally had to breathe.

"NOW we got a problem. How long commercials go on?"

"Thirty seconds."

 "How- HOW DO YYA KNOW??!"

"Everyone knows! Smash in the mirrors! SMASH 'EM!"

".Dammit. Two ways to go."

"Gimme Dan."

"Come, c'mon!" Gary reached out for her hand, and they started to run. Right in time. All he knew there was something wrong, and this woman was neither insane nor sick. He said this without having any trace why: "If ya tell me now I can trust ya, and ya're telling me the truth, I'll trust
ya,  I believe whatever you say."

"No doubt." That was enough for him.

"Keep commercials, or reuns, or anything, but-"

"We understand."

"Where-where are we runnin'?"

"I gotta proof ya, trusting won't be enough. You gotta see the whole thing."

"Where ya gonna show me?" He didn't know if someone's following them, but he knew if he didn't follow her, his chance to solve this mystery would be gone. A little piece of mind was wondering why. **How do I come to-**

"You got nothing to lose."

"Tell ya if it's hopeless."

No need for more words. No need for more thoughts till they arrived at McGinty's. They rushed over to the stairs, and Gary locked the door, though-
"What for?"

"We ain't.saver here, huh?" Stupid question.

"They're upstairs."

"Commando?"

".very funny. What should we do? Ah? It's too late. Just wait."

She leaded him into the bathroom. "Smash. Smash in the mirrors."

"How?"

"With your hands."

"Annie, get prepared for losing touch on cam 66."

"What for, we ain't live."

CRUSHHH. Splintering.
*****

"Everywhere?"

"Everywhere."

"And everyone."

"It was easier than I thought."

"Did ya think I'd believe rational explanations?"

"Yes."

"Don't ask me why I believe you. I don't understand it, but I got the feeling there's no time to be confused. I guess we should go."

"We're expectin' 'em."

The black stretch limo was waiting for them,  right on the sidewalk. No one got out. They were right when they thought Leigh would know what to do.
"Ohh. I knew this had to happen."

"They won't let me go?" **WHERE?**

"They can't- we better-"

Gary was already sitting in the car.

"Is he ready?"

"We are."

*End of chapter two*

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Chapter three: Moonrise
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Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
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The hours that passed him by totally, leaving nothing but shadows, pieces of words and an uncomfortable feeling in his mind. Gary couldn't remember the time in the car at all, how they got upon there at all. All he remembered was her face, so pale, her voice so weak, but yet the only thing he could hold on to. Until they told him about the actors, he did not waste a single thought on Marissa, his parents, or anyone else. He just knew there was something going wrong, that pretty damn wrong. Later he smirked about this total lack of disbelief he thought every normal human being would have felt.
*****

**After that thing. After that boat-thing, sailing thing, escape, door in the sky, whatever. After it, there was a cold, empty room. I already had changed
his definition of this word, there were many people, talking, screaming. I didn't understand a single word. It was so large and gray. Empty. Finally we,
they reached a door. It seemed to be night outside, dark and cold, and as I guessed, my feeling for time was completely gone. A parking lot. Maybe right behind the studio, maybe miles away. All I remember of the way to the first car I could see was that no one tried to stop me, us. Gary smashed in the right side window, unlocked the car door, and it seemed like he had to short-circuit it, but no memory. I wondered much how his, my  mind was playing tricks on me. He could repeat every single traffic jam that mc read when the radio went on automatically, but did not even know the color of the car. I start to get schizophrenically. Maybe it's real, right, I separated myself from my TV-self. But I suppose I can't.**
*****

Driving. Driving aimless for hours. Driving thru the night, thru the states. No police controls, nothing in their way. Lights coming, going, fading,
getting stronger. A much too real shallow hypnotic dream.
*****0:22*****
"I hope y-ya, I hope ya know I don't love ya."

"Sure."

"I mean, I love ya for what ya've done to me, but."

"You owe me nothing in return."

"Sorry. I didn't wanna say I think ya are that superficial, but-"

"Maybe I am."

"Maybe."

"So, why d'you think I've done this?"

"Cuz ya didn't think it's right."

"Just like someone thinks eating animals wouldn't be right and becomes vegetarian? That kinda *wrong*?"
*****

Sarcasm should prevent. Anyway, it doesn't work.
*****0:56*****
"I wonder if it was right."

"Why?"

"Think about it.  What are you gonna do now?"

"Dunno. But."

"Yeah, but. Think about it. There, you were happy. Kind of. Doubts hurt, but you had none."

"It was faked. It was not real, so it was not right."

"Reality isn't right at all. If it was, they hadn't done. What if reality wasn't worth it?"

"Is it?"

"Don't ask me. I don't know everything."
*****

He felt slightly hungry. But for nothing in this world he had stopped now. He wouldn't even be able to. As long as he was in this car, with this crying,
smoking and trembling woman, he felt kinda safe. No, not safe. Not that hard abandoned.
*****1:51*****
"Think about it."

"What do ya think I'm doing?!"

"Repressing."

"Whatever."
*****

I am just leaving Chicago for a few days. What else am I doing? What else could I be doing? I just take a few days off. The usual stuff. Nothing
strange. I am just driving a bit, vacation stuff. I hope I didn't forget my toothbrush at home.
*****2:44*****
"Why do ya want me to think? It's cruel enough."

"Sorry. I shouldn't.maybe. I mean- no, don't interrupt me. I mean, what else.what was so bad bout it? And what else do love, family and friends consist of when not people you know all your life? People that understand you, people that love you.at least kind of. What could you ever ask more for?
There's not more available. The way human relations work.If they didn't like you at all, they'd quit."

"They get paid."

"And where and when to hell should they spent the money on when they're with ya all the time?!"

"You should have thought bout that a little earlier."

"You're welcome."
*****

Silence ebbs, silence flows. Hatred ebbs, love flows, vice versa. Ebb and flood. Another thing caused by the moon. But despair and confusion are  like
the beach. Always there.
*****3:36****

"Why are you getting that fast?! D-do ya wanna kill us?!"

"No."

"Do ya at least know where ya're driving?"

"Think about it."

"Yes or no? I get sick of your games."

"Do ya wanna get out?"

"No."

"No."
*****

Where am I? I never asked this any way but figuratively. I asked myself. Did I ask this at all? Never show weakness. Heroes aren't weak. I never asked to be one, never wanted to be one, I didn't think I'd be one, I acted like I wouldn't be one, and I wasn't one. So call me hero. I need it. Where am I? I
suppose a hero could tell me.

*****4:01*****
"You getting tired?"

"I won't let ya drive."

"Why not?"

"I won't stop."

"What if I wanted to get out?"

"Not my problem. Jump out the door. I won't stop."

"We're on the highway."

"Really?"

"You're getting selfish."

"As long as I think it's the right time for being, it is."

"What if you need gas?"

"Oh, shut up."
*****

I won't apologize. That time's gotta be over. I should be grateful, but if she really understands what I am going thru, if she really does, she won't get mad
at me. Tell me one human being in this world I wouldn't scream at right now

*****4:22*****
"Gary? There's something I forgot to tell ya."

"What? Am I a cyborg and gonna explode when I am more then 24 hours off-air?"

"My name. I wanted to tell you my name. I'm Leigh. Leigh-Allyn Baker."
*****

Somehow that was too much. He could never explain why after all the things these words made him tear the steering wheel to the left. Made him listen to
the crash with holding his breath. Made him watch her head fall down on the airbag, a second trace of blood slowly rolling over her cheek, crossing the
other one, one drop of blood getting stuck between her lips. Made him smell the burning wheels, burying wheels. Made him open the door. Made him rush over to one of the 'I-just-want-to-help-and-get-some-photos' bystanders who was screaming into his cell phone, leaning against his car.  Made him push that guy away. Made him ignore the screams. Made him smash in the outside mirror, made him see the car keys, and finally made him drive away with bleeding hands.
*****


Click. Bleep. Crickets chirping. "Well, this is where it ends. Upon the rooftop of the 'SunChez Inn', Nevada, USA, one step away from.midnight. Here's where it ends. The story of a guy who used to think he'd be Gary Hobson." Tlick. Tap. "The moon is rising, right above my head. No more disguising, I will not be afraid."

**Sorry, Leigh.**
Tlack. Shhhhh. Thudd...
*****
#Sorry, Gary.#
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Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
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The End

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