[???]What is it about everyone that makes them want to hurt him? He's never done anything to them. He's preached simple things but yet everyone wants to hurt him. Everyone wants to make sure that he never gets his revenge and that he never gets to hurt anyone. But that's not fair. Everyone, at some point, gets their way, but he's never gotten his way. He's always been pushed around and yelled at. He's always been abused and neglected. No one ever loved him because they all feared him. But he never hated you. He was always a great man, until you turned him into a monster. He was always the one laughing and joking, ripping on Italian greaseballs. But that wasn't good enough for all of you. You had to turn him against EVERYTHING he knew. You had to make him hate all of you and turn his back. He never wanted to change. He wanted to stay funny forever. He wanted to laugh, not cry. He wanted to joke, not yell and curse. But you couldn't have that. And so you tried to mold him into the man you wanted. But you couldn't handle him. You couldn't control him. He lost his mind and went on a trip unlike any you'd ever seen, and he took you with him. All the ups and downs, you experienced everything with him. But he couldn't take it. And so he left. He went away because he knew that he was too dangerous. He needed time to think and contemplate. And you wondered. You waited. You wanted to know where he was. But he didn't want to know you, not after what you did to him. But he couldn't stay away. He needed to find the truth. He needed to find him. And he did. He found the man who hurt him. And he couldn't handle it. He couldn't figure out what to do, but the rage took over. And he became the man you never wanted him to be. You made him, now you must deal with him.[???]
[???]As the view fades in you see nothing around you but black. You look around and realize that your eyes are closed. You slowly open them and the view is still fuzzy. You can't see much so you lift your left hand to rub your eyes. As the view begins to clear you see round leather in front of you and as you look behind you and to the left of you you see cushioned seats, empty, like your mind before this. You realize that you're at the driver's seat of a car, but you're not moving. You slowly roll down your window and glance outside, you're stuck in traffic, rush hour to be exact. You're on a highway with a large city behind you, the smoke rising from it's dirty streets. To your right, outside of the car, is a large body of water with nothing on the horizon. You look outside your windshield as you pull your tie off and place it next to you, exhausted after a hard day's work. You see nothing but red lights for miles and miles and you realize that you're probably going to sit there for a while. You flick the radio on and turn to a popular talk show. As the commercials run you sit there, wondering who the guest is today. You unbutton your top button as a voice comes over the radio.[???]
Voice: Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, come inside, come inside. Today we have a great show for you, and a special guest, who should have been here by now, but I guess he has better things to do.
[???]Suddenly, over the radio a door opens and you can hear footsteps.[???]
Voice: Oh, well looky here. The great one has finally decided to show. Mr. Just Sane, all high and mighty, because he's from FWF.
Sane: Listen bitch, I don't have to do this and if it weren't for that son of a bitch in charge, I wouldn't be here now. So you ask, I'll respond. GOT IT?!
Voice: Whoa there sparky, no need to get all upset. So I'm guessing you hit traffic, eh?
Sane: Fuck no. I just didn't feel like coming, asshole.
Voice: Well FUCK YOU too.
Sane: You say that to me again and I'll walk out that door and you can go back to your asanine call-ins and pathetic analyzing.
Voice: If you walk out that door, you'll be fined so badly, you'll...
Sane: Fined?! FINED?! BY HIM?! FUCK HIM! He can fine me all I want. He can take away my fucking name, he can call me a joke, he can laugh at me all he wants, the bottom fucking line is that I'll ALWAYS be back for my revenge. I'll always get my fucking payback. Whether it's the next day or the next month, I'm going to be back for him and I'm going let him know EVERYTHING he did wrong and then I'm going to force feed a pipe down his fucking throat!
Voice: Yeah, sure you will. But first you have to get by Brown. Who, you STILL have yet to lay a finger on!
Sane: Is that so? What makes you SO fucking confident about him? What has he done to me except further my hate for him?! HUH?! If you think about it, he's only doomed himself. He's only pushed me farther over the edge and made my hate for him GROW. I only want to do one thing. He knows it. I know it. Even your fat and goofy ass knows it. He knows that I'm going to be the one to FINALLY end his fucking career. I'm going to do what should have been done a long time ago by those washed-up has-beens. And after all that is done, I'm going to drag his pathetic ass in front of the whole FUCKING nation so that you can see what REALLY happens when you get me angry!
[???]You try to change, the station, angry at the profanity. You scan the entire dial, but nothing entertaining comes on. And so you flip back to the old station, deciding to deal with it. You hear his voice come over the speakers[???]
Sane: You want to know what I think about those two?! You want to know where I "rank" them?! Well listen carefully, this is a fucking joke. That's the bottom line. Two sewer dwellers and the man this company was built on. These fucking jerkers don't deserve to be in the general vacinity of me. But I guess I HAVE to deal with them. And I guess I HAVE to answer your fucking question. Well then here's my answer. One's a fat, asanine, idiotic fool who doesn't know the word STOP. The other is a...
Voice: Excuse me, but I've just gotten a memo. The executives here want you to stop swearing.
Sane: You mean I can't say F-BLEEP?! WHAT THE?! I CAN'T SAY SH-BLEEP! WHAT THE BLEEP IS THIS?!
Voice: I told you to stop swearing.
Sane: F-BLEEP YOU! I'll curse if I want to curse.
Voice: Swear Mr. Sane, not curse.
Sane: Fine, you know what?! I'll stop the cursing. But I'm answering the question FIRST. F-BLEEP-ing Gary Brown has to screw me over and put me in some match with two idiots who don't even know what they're here for. They're probably still in their locker rooms figuring out what the boots are for. But, anyway, you want to give them to me when I'm in THIS attitude? You want to throw two f-BLEEP-ing wounded animals to the f-BLEEP-ing lion when he's pissed, then be my guest, but don't expect them to come out alive. Don't expect them to walk away from this thing AT ALL. Because I'm not letting this happen. I know that he has a plan and I know that I'm probably going to get screwed over, but F-BLEEP THAT! I'm not going down without a fight, not now, not ever. And despite what happens Teusday, this isn't over. It's not even close to being over. I'm going to end this in my way. I'm going to end this in a CRIPPLING fashion. I'm going to make sure that he doesn't get away from me without knowing the price for F-BLEEP-ING with me. No one's going to step on me from now on! NO ONE!
Voice: Ok, Justin, a question.
Sane: What now?!
Voice: Have you ever been in a mental insitution?!
Sane: WHAT?!
Voice: You heard me, answer me.
Sane: You know what? Fuck you Rum...
[???]You reach for the dial and flip the radio off, finally fed up. You look in front of you and you see the traffic moving, slightly. You put your foot to the gas as you begin to move. The camera fades....[???]
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