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Hurts So Good
“Those who keep silent about their pain
hurt more.”--C.S. Lewis.
1(sound cue) violins.
2(medium close-up) Buck opened his eyes.
3(expand the shot) It was late morning. The sun
was bright behind the tattered window curtain,
made of a potato sack, and around the edges of
the door. He yawned.
4(sound cue) Buck as voice-over: Christ, I’m
becoming a bum--sleeping in like a teenager.
He sat up on the side of the bed. He still ached
everywhere. Dos yipped at his feet, wagging his
butt and licking Buck’s hand. He petted the dog’s
head, rubbing behind his floppy ears.
Buck: Yeah, I know, life is rough for a house pup.
No one ever feeds you or plays with you.
Dos puppy-barked twice.
Buck: You sly little shit, I don’t buy it. I fed you last
night ( pointing to a 10 pound sack of Spratt’s Dog
& Puppy Cakes) and everybody feeds you table
scraps. Buck stretched and yawned again:
5(sound cue) heavy boots crossing the porch,
6(one shot) the front door opened and Jesus
7(two shot) Jesus: Buenos Dias, Hefe!
Buck: Can you feed this pup? He seems to think
it’s breakfast time.
Jesus: He’s wrong, it’s almost lunch time.
Buck: No shit? I’m really getting lazy and spoiled.
Jesus: It’s called healing--enjoy it while you can.
I mean I never seen nobody so shot up and is still
Buck: I have.
Buck: Johnny Eagle.
Jesus: Si, que cabron, one tough son of a bitch,
Buck: Yup, one courageous hijo de puta!
Like a father to me, a pinche saint.
Jesus: And yet, even he could not survive the
lead bath he had--but no one will ever walk
in his footprints again.
Buck: Damn rights, and now he waits for both
of us. There was a moment of silence.
So what kind of chuck you got?
Jesus: Chili, tortillas and bacon...and you can have
a couple of eggs if you want them--and some coffee
that is stronger than cat piss!
Buck: Speaking of pissing.
He grabbed a pair of crutches leaning on the wall.
His left leg was in a cast. He hobbled a few steps over to
a chipped ceramic chamber pot and pissed a pint.
Jesus: I’ll fix you a plate. Do you want it here, or do
you want the adventure of stepping outside and joining
us on the porch?
Buck smiled, and rubbed his stubbled chin: You know
what? It looks like a fine day outside. How about I
enjoy my late breakfast out there with y’all?
Jesus: Could you use some help with the walking?
Buck: Probably, but hey, let me cuss and moan and
Cowboy up, and I’ll meet you out on the porch.
As Jesus opened the door, Dos scampered outside.
Jesus: I think he needs to pee as well.
Buck: I suspect he crapped over in the corner last
Jesus: Better than on your bed.
They both laughed. Buck groaned.
Jesus: I know--don’t make you laugh.
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