My Frank Miller tribute - for mature readers only!
It's well known that Frank has been a big influence on my writing. It's quite easy to see in the Daredevil-esque overly critical and ever contradictory, inner dialog. I wrote this a little over a year ago as somewhat of an homage to his work on the Sin City graphic novels. This was intended to be a flashback piece to further explain Murph's motivations, but I found that I'd much rather bring these nuggets of info out one by one gradually, and in a slightly less offensive way. I couldn't bring myself to delete it completely, though, so I thought I'd throw it on the website.
December
December? Fucking December? Really? Putz. You let her make you feel special. You bought into it. She made it easy for you the night you met her. You thought you meant something. She promised the family you’ve always wanted, you thought you’d have the perfect suburban life. Fool. How long after she drained you did she kick you out? Keeping everything you had worked hard for, no less. December….. She demolished you in August, in November she told you that she was still in love with you, that he was a mistake, something fake and that you were her reality… Then a month later the bitch takes his name.
Now its July, not even a year and she’s calling you, drunk and slurring while he’s asleep. I guess Mr. Vanilla, Mr. Safe doesn’t provide the thrills that you did. Take a little pleasure in hearing that, but don’t fall for it you schmuck, don’t you believe a fucking word. If the miserable cunt had kept her legs closed a year ago, that’d be you that she’s making look foolish with her whorish ways. Of course, had she kept them closed a few years ago, you wouldn’t be in the shit shape you are now.
Remember life before her, actually being able to pay your bills, being someone that people had respect for? Of course you do, you’ve longed for those days ever since she exposed herself for the money hungry tramp that she is. News flash you miserable prick. Those days are gone, and they ain’t coming back. Debt in excess of fifteen large….. Earning the chump change that you’re making honestly, well those are odds that no-one would take. You lost any semblance of respect for yourself when you did what was necessary to keep her happy, and nobody respects anybody that doesn’t respect himself……
Go ahead, drink up. Numb the pain that’s stabbed you in the chest every day since she stabbed you in the back. Maybe one night staggering out of this hole at closing, one of these thugs will end all of this for the 40 or 50 bucks you have in your pocket. Maybe one of them will save you the trouble…..
December
December? Fucking December? Really? Putz. You let her make you feel special. You bought into it. She made it easy for you the night you met her. You thought you meant something. She promised the family you’ve always wanted, you thought you’d have the perfect suburban life. Fool. How long after she drained you did she kick you out? Keeping everything you had worked hard for, no less. December….. She demolished you in August, in November she told you that she was still in love with you, that he was a mistake, something fake and that you were her reality… Then a month later the bitch takes his name.
Now its July, not even a year and she’s calling you, drunk and slurring while he’s asleep. I guess Mr. Vanilla, Mr. Safe doesn’t provide the thrills that you did. Take a little pleasure in hearing that, but don’t fall for it you schmuck, don’t you believe a fucking word. If the miserable cunt had kept her legs closed a year ago, that’d be you that she’s making look foolish with her whorish ways. Of course, had she kept them closed a few years ago, you wouldn’t be in the shit shape you are now.
Remember life before her, actually being able to pay your bills, being someone that people had respect for? Of course you do, you’ve longed for those days ever since she exposed herself for the money hungry tramp that she is. News flash you miserable prick. Those days are gone, and they ain’t coming back. Debt in excess of fifteen large….. Earning the chump change that you’re making honestly, well those are odds that no-one would take. You lost any semblance of respect for yourself when you did what was necessary to keep her happy, and nobody respects anybody that doesn’t respect himself……
Go ahead, drink up. Numb the pain that’s stabbed you in the chest every day since she stabbed you in the back. Maybe one night staggering out of this hole at closing, one of these thugs will end all of this for the 40 or 50 bucks you have in your pocket. Maybe one of them will save you the trouble…..