Saturday, December 7, 2013

VIDEO:: THAT ONE NIGHT WHERE TRUE LOVE SEEMED POSSIBLE.....CONSEQUENCES, DAVID

We erased what really happened from your memory. - Erased?- Replaced. By a better life... under these... beautiful, Monet-like skies. My mother's favorite. A better life because you had Sofia. You sculpted your Lucid Dream out of the iconography of your youth. An album cover that once moved you. An album cover? There are some things... that you're not old enough to understand just yet. A movie you saw once that showed you what a father could be like... or what love could be like. This was a kind woman... an individual... more than your equal. You barely knew her in real life,but in your Lucid Dream... she was your savior. What happened in my real life?Something happened. What did you erase? Do you really want to know? Tell me everything. The morning after the nightclub,you woke up on that street... hung over and alone. You got up, walked away. You never saw Sofia again. I didn't kill Sofia. You battled your board for control of the company... You battled your board for control of the company... and in the end it was Thomas Tipp,your father's friend... the man whose job you saved... who wrenched the company back into your control. Tommy. But then... somebody died. You longed for Sofia. You shut yourself away for months. You were alone. You couldn't standthe pain anymore, the headaches. You could barely function. I found you on the Internet. I signed a contract with you,and then-- I remember. Somebody died. It was me. And on a day in late December... you gave your self to us. You're now in a suspended state. Your friend Brian Shelby threw a three-day memorial in your old home. He was a true friend. You were missed, David. It was Sofia who never fully recovered. It was she who some how knew you best... and like you, she never forgot that one night... where true love seemed possible. Consequences, David. It's the little things. The little things. There's nothing bigger,is there?

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