These two people.
They were in love with each other.
The girl was ...
very young, about seventeen
or eighteen, I guess.
And the guy was ...quite a bit older.He was kind of ragged in, wild.She was very beautiful, you know.
Yeah.
And together they turned
everything into a kind of an adventure, and she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down the grocery store was ...full of adventure.They were always laughing at stupid things.He liked to make her laugh. And ...they didn't much care for anything else, because all they wanted to do was
be with each other. They were always together.Sounds like they were
very happy. Yes, they were. They were real happy. And he, he loved her more than he ever felt possible.He couldn't stand being away from her, uh ... during the day when he went to work. So, he quit. Just to be home with her.
Then he got another job when the money ran out, then he quit again.But pretty soon, she started to worry.
About what?
Money, I guess. Not having enough.Not knowing when the next check was coming in.
Yep. I know that feeling.
So he started to get kind of ...torn inside.
How do you mean?
Well he knew he had to work to support her, but he couldn't stand
being away from her, either.
I see.
And the more he was away from her, the crazier he got. Except now,he got really crazy. He started imagining all kinds of things.
Like what?
He started thinking that she was seeing other men on the sly. He'd come home from work and accuse her of spending the day with somebody else.
He'd yell at her, break things in the trailer.
The trailer?
Yes.
They lived in a trailer home.
Excuse me, sir.
But were you in to visit me the other day? I don't mean pry.
No.
Oh.
I thought I recognized your voice for a minute.
No. Wasn't me.
Mm-hmm.
Please go on.
Anyway, he started to drink real bad. And he'd stay out late to test her.
What do you mean "test her"?
To see if she'd get jealous.
Ha. Mm-hmm.
He wanted her to get jealous, but she didn't. She just worried about him,
but that got him even madder.
Why?
Because ...he thought if she never got jealous of him,
she didn't really care about him. Jealousy was a sign of her love for him.
And then one night, one night, she told him she was pregnant. She was about three or fourth month pregnant, and he didn't even know. And then suddenly everything changed. He stopped drinking, he got a steady job. He was convinced that she love him now, because she was carrying his child. And he was going to dedicate himself to making a home for her.
But funny thing started to happen.
What?
He didn't even notice at first. She started to change. On the day the baby was born, she began to get irritated with everything around her. She got mad at everything. Even the baby seemed to be an injustice to her. He kept trying to make everything all right for her.Buy her things. Take her out to dinner once a week.But nothing seemed to satisfy her. For two years, He struggled to put them back together like they were when they first met. Finally, he knew that it was never gonna work out. So, he hit the bottle again.But this time, it got mean.This time when he came home late at night, she wasn't worried about him, or jealous, she was just enraged. She accused him of holding her captive, by making her have a baby. She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape.She saw herself at night, running naked down a highway.Running across fields, running down river beds, always running. And always,just as she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow.He would just appear and stop her. And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped, or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cowbell to her ankle, so he could hear it at night if she tried to get out bed. But she learned how to muffle
the bell by stucking a sock into it and inched her away out bed and into the night. He caught her one night, when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run out to the highway. He caught her, dragged her back to the trailer and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there, he went back to bed and lay there and listening to her scream.
And he listened to his son scream.
He was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore.
All he wanted to do was sleep.And for the first time,he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets.
And he dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed.
He ran through the flames
towards the only two people he loved.
But they were gone.
His arms were burning. And he threw himself outside, and rolled on the wet ground.
Then he ran.
He never looked back at the fire.He just ran.He ran until the sun came up, he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down,he ran again.
For five days
he ran like this ...until every sign of man ...had disappeared.
no safety zone
For right here, today. Standing on the very head of my mother,
which is now on God's green earth,
which everybody
who wasn't born in a fucking sewer
ought to know and understand
to the very marrow of their bones!
They will invade you
in your beds,
they will snatch you from your hot tubs,
they will pluck you right out of
your fancy sports cars!
There is nowhere
absolutely nowhere,
in this God forsaken valley.
I'm talking about from the range of my voice,
right here
clear out to the goddamn Mohjave Desert
and beyond that,
clear out past Barstows
and everywhere else in the valley all the way to Arizona.
None of that area will be called the safety zone!
There will be no safety zone!
I can guarantee you
the safety zone
will be eliminated.
Eradicated.
You will all be extradited
to the land of no return!
It's a navigation to nowhere.
And if you think
that's going to be fun,
you've got another thing coming.
I maybe a slime-bucket,
but believe me:
I know what the hell I am talking about.
I am not crazy.
And don't say
I didn't warn you!
I warned you! I warned all of you!
And right now,
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of
walking away again.
I'm afraid of
what I might find.
But I'm even more afraid of not facing this fear.
I love you, Hunter.
I love you more than my life.
(Irish pop-rock group U2 cite Paris, Texas as an inspiration for their album The Joshua Tree.)
It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, It's you and me.
And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
Say, If I only could, oh...
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware, I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, There is thunder in our hearts.
Is there so much hate for the ones who love?
Tell me we both matter don't we?
You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me who won't be unhappy.
And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
Say, If I only could, oh...
You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me who won't be unhappy.
Come on baby, come on darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
Oh come on angel, come on come on darlin'
Let's exchange the experience oh...
And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems...
Say if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems...
Say if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems...
Say, If I only could...
Oh...
Be running up that hill,
With no problems...
-What makes a man do what you do?
-I think of our mission as a way of giving joy to others, my darling.
-Actually, I, um, I really need to know the truth.
-Well, its simple. Fucking is the last resort for a man who feels impotent
Be careful of women who are content to love you just as you are. It's a sure sign they settle too easily'. His wife loved him too much to be willing to settle. But he no longer had the conscience to change. He had convinced himself that everything he was doing...he was doing for her. He had mastered the fatal technique of believing his own lies. Then one day, his wife and child were gone. He had everything a man could ever need except a reason to wake up. That single split second after you open your eyes...and there's that someone to turn to...who loves you...who loves you more and holds you tighter through defeat and victory. He poured himself another scotch...knowing then that he would spend the rest of his life...trying to gain that split second back.
I'm a writer.
I'd spent years trying to pleasure women. He learned that what's important is knowing how to please...only one.
Now there's something to write about.
