[[When we last left Nathanial, or his counterpart as the case may be, actually both, they were fighting. Over alcohol. Damn schizos...]]
[[Camera fades to the streets of Ft. Worth, where Nathanial is walking into a liquor store...]]
Store Owner: How can I help ya padna?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea, I just threw away all my alcohol...
Store Owner: Alright.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: And I'd like to purchase all new.
Store Owner: Why did you throw away all your alcohol?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well I didn't, but he did.
Store Owner: Who's he?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh...that's right, duh. My other personality.
Store Owner: Righhhtt...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I'm sorry to bother you my good man, but we don't need any alcohol.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Shut up idiot! I'm sorry for that, he's lieing. We'll take your finest alcohol.
Store Owner: If ya'll gonna to goof around, I ain't needin' yo business.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh...no, you don't understand...I'm schizophrenic.
Store Owner: Oh, I understand perfectly. You're just some homeless drunk.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: No...that's not it, far from it.
Store Owner: No...I know what it's all about. And I'll tell you what, I put up with a lot of crazy drunks in my life, and I've never once let them get what they want. And there is no way in hell you're going to be the first that I let get what he wants.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: But...but...
Store Owner: Quit yo stutterin' boy! Now...git outta mah store!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Whoa mister...let's be rational here. I'm a very successful drunk, and I'd like to purchase some alcoholic beverages.
Store Owner: Nah...yo see here boi! We're gonna play.."Angry Liquor Man get's shotgun..."
Nathanial Rezno Glore: How do you play that?
Store Owner: Well...all ya gotz ta do is stand there...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: And?
Store Owner: And then I grab Betsy, my shotgun, and start firing at some moving targets...youselves.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Umm...that doesn't sound very good.
Store Owner: Yo right bout dat boy...now, ya still wanna play?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Can I get the alcohol first?
Store Owner: Boy...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I'm sorry my rednecked fellow, I'm sorry that you have to be this stupid. It amazes me at what you come across on your journeys...
Store Owner: Did you jus call me supid?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Supid? No...I didn't call you supid. Stupid, perhaps.
Store Owner: That's it! Get der out of ma store! Go on'..git!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Sir...I apologize, but that wasn't me!
Store Owner: I'm giving you til the count of three....
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I doubt you can even count to three.
Store Owner: One...two...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Alright, I'm leaving...
[[Nathanial backs out of the liquor store as the store owner cocks his shotgun...]]
Store Owner: Four...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Do you see what you caused?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Me? What did I do?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Don't play dumb.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I'm sorry, we all know that's your job.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Damn straight. Now, why did you piss off that dude?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Why?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea...why.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Because Nathanial, you can't get alcohol, if you can't talk to them.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You devious bastard!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Indeed I am Nathanial, indeed I am.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Now how am I going to get my booze?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well Nathanial, that sounds like a tough one on your part. You'll have to find a way to buy it without communicating.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Shut up...get out of my head!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: For now Nathanial, for now I bid you adieu...
[[Nathanial grabs his head...and then looks around...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Thank god I'm in the drugs, hookers, and booze section of Ft. Worth, now I can find some good beer.
[[Nathanial crosses the street and walks into another liquor store...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Must not talk to them...
Store Owner: Howdy! What a man like you need tonight?
[[Nathanial tilts his head back and makes a drinking motion with his hands...]]
Store Owner: Gotcha mister. Now...what can I get you?
[[Nathanial opens his mouth as if to answer...but then thinks better of it, and signals for a pad and pencil...]]
Store Owner: You got something wrong with your talky chords boy?
[[Nathanial nods his head...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Here ya go chap...pen an paper...
[[Nathanial smiles and begins to scribble down his list. He hands the finished product to the the woman behind the counter, who reads it, looks at Nathanial...reads some more...then a disgusted look crosses her face...]]
Store Owner: You wrote this?
[[Nathanial smiles and nods his head yes...]]
Store Owner: You are smiling because you called me a dirty whore who is better off dead in a gutter than working in a liquor store?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: What does that say?
Store Owner: Why are you asking me? You wrote it.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I certainly wrote nothing like that. Can I see it?
Store Owner: Sure... but you wrote it.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: That fucking prick...I'll kill him.
Store Owner: Kill who?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: My alter ego. The bastard is keeping me from getting beer...
Store Owner: Padna...you are sure doing a wonder scaring me.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh please...please don't kick me out. Whatever you do, don't kick me out. I need beer. You gotta get me beer. Can I get some beer? Please!?
Store Owner: I'm sorry..but you better leave before I have to call the cops...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Damnit...this is so unfair..c'mon...just a bottle.
Store Owner: I'm serious, I'll call the cops.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Alright, alright...I don't want to cause problems.
[[Nathanial shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the liquor store, back to the streets where he started...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You fucking prick..
Nathanial Rezno Glore: It's not so funny now, is it?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Can't I just get a drink. One drink?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Not if I can help it Nathanial, not if I can help it.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Man...this is so unfair.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Life is unfair Nathanial, you must be able to deal...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: What is dealt. Yea, I know...remember, I know what you're...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Thinking. As do I Nathanial.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: C'mon man...I need my booze. I got a big match later on...and I need to be properly buzzed.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Exactly why I'm taking the alcohol away from you...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Why?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: So I will be able to impose myself onto the match.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: But why do you want to do that?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: So I...we have a shot at destroying Lawson...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You don't think I can beat Lawson?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: No...but I don't think you can destroy him like I want him to be destroyed.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: And then we can get back Mr. Belvedere?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Can't we leave him where ever he is?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: How dare you say that about Mr. Belvedere!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I say that...with hatred.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh, I thought you were going to say with love.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: No, with hatred Nathanial. He's worthless.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: He is not worthless.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yes he is.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Prove it.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Prove how he isn't.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: He keeps me in check.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: That doesn't constitute as not worthless, it just means that he gets in your way...
[[Before Nathanial can speak, a man walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder...]]
Man: Excuse me sir...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yes?
Man: I can't help but noticing that you're talking to yourself.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea, the bastard just won't shut up.
Man: Have you been down on your luck recently?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I guess you can say that.
Man: Has that led you to talking to yourself?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh..I've been doing that for some time now.
Man: I'm sorry to hear that...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea, it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't mean to my friends. And if he'd let me get some alcohol...
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