. . . The fuck you need me for anyway?

Like you don't know who I am. . .

|| Air tweet arguing. Such a lovely thing.

The vibes I'm gettin' from you is my problem. You're like. . . I grew up. I'm different now. I'm better than you. I'm goin' somewhere.

|| I dunno if any of this makes sense but whatever. I'm going with it.

That's how it starts.

Good luck with that. . .

He's standing against a brick wall. Cigarette in his mouth.

Puffing away on a ciggy under a street light. Drunken shouting in the street. He doesn't see her or pretends he doesn't.

"Need a servant...?"

Should he stop fighting with her?

A sigh. ". . ." He shuts his eyes.

"Yeah. I know I'm number one." A sigh. "Joan. Come back..."

He stubs out the cigarette and jogs off after her. "Joan!"

". . . What? You came to see me. . . " He looked her over. He was a bit on the buzzed side. Just slightly.

"What the fuck?!" He shouts at her.

"You're the one that was all um. . . I've grown up now blah blah blah. All that shit. That was you like a week ago, wasn't it?! Wasn't it?!"

"I dunno. Sounded like you were looking down on me... and that pissed me off..."

An appearance. . .

He'll be around always. . . Somewhere. No matter what.