Name=Jamie Flam Jr.
email=jamieflam@stinkyninja.com
type=True


Paris was dark and breathing like an overweight smoker on his way 
home from a bowling alley. I looked to the stars and saw only wires. Wires 
that should have been connecting us, instead insulting us like a mocking 
animated cat. I could have cried but that would have been weak, so I just 
rolled along on my razor scooter.

Leo was close behind busy second guessing himself and everything that had 
happened recently. He still had blood on his skin from Raoul's shooting. He 
still ached for Lorraine and her sweet virginity that only recently gave 
way to rampant whoring and disrepute. His soft blond hair kept falling out 
of place and like he himself it was damaged, damaged by a brutal perm.

I turned to Leo frustrated by his childlike adherence to Scientology and a 
mish mash of Eastern thought and I said, "It's not going to get any better 
Leo. Go back. Go back and forget about me, and Raoul and Lorraine. We are 
all human waste now. You have your life to lead. I can't your father figure 
anymore."

He stop chilled by my words and lit like an ornament by the oddly placed 
red of the Paris McDonalds. He began to cry and didn't stop until the 
second day  of filming on Who Ate Gilbert Grape.