-Jack, I need to say something.
-Oh no, you have so scary poker face, Alice. Your head like a hole!
-Listen, I’m serious. Yesterday, I felt in love with the dj, and unfortunately, he is the son of the preacher man.
-Shit, I don’t want to see you again. You killing me softly. Im crying.
-Yes, I see… Your every teardrop is a waterfall. And I left home my Umbrella. Sorry, I have to go home.. sweet home Alabama.
And she left the room.
So it was just a Paper Romance…I feel like, i’m on the dark side of the moon. I need to call Johnny.
-Johnny! La gente esta muy loca.
-She broke up with me.
-Who?
-Alice!
-Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?
-She was a sexy bitch. But doesn’t matter anymore.
-Hallelujah. She was one of the west end girls. I hate them. Where are you?
-Im just sitting in the paradise, under the lemon tree, listening the sound of silence.
-You have to bring your dirty ass here. Hit the road Jack!
-Right now? It’s gonna be hard, because I got high.
-Holy fucking shit. You remember my address?
-Yeaah sure, route 66. Highway to Hell, im comiiin’.
-Ok, fuck, don’t move. I pick you up.
-See you later, alligator!
1 hour later, Jack’s appartment.
What a fuck is this place Jack? It looks like the home of the Young Men’s Christian Association. And who is this girl?
-Sexy huh? She is 36… but still smells like a teen spirit.
-You are sick. Come on, we going to the get some fresh air. Shit..say thank you. I’m your personal jesus.
-Okaaaay. Just fly me to the moon, broo. I wanna practice the Moonwalk!
-I don’t let you rolling in the deep. You think you are unbreakable. But every breath you take is a gift. I will try to fix you.
- Where are we going?
-Where the streets have no name, Jack.
-Great! Go West! To The Gangsta’s Paradise.
-Look, Jack, Im started to loosing my religion.
-Finally! Don’t give a fuck. Welcome on the wild side! You remember the Summer of 69? It will be the same. Just like our old family portrait. We were brothers in arms. You got one piece of my heart.
-Oh yes, viva la vida huh? But I can’t. I was always just the pretender. I was born in the USA. This is my home. And here is my house. The house of the rising sun. I love it. It was a good day, but I saw the ghost of Tom Joad, and he asked me: “Why don’t you get a job?”. I’m not gonna be young forever. You’ve got the love, Jack. The night. Because the night belongs to lovers. I can’t follow you.
-Well, ok. With or without you, I’m going. See you on the other side.
