breaking the rules - redrum

you know how i've said before to say nothing? no. well, i did. don't express an opinion. you don't want to have an argument

Sam is a burly little cub in Sydney. he's the modern geek - shy nerdy quiet type but extremely set in his opinions on unimportant things. things like the free flowing analogue recording of an LP is far superior the digital recording of a cd. yeah it may be true but who gives a fuck. 

i'm pretty much the same. i'm an opinonated fuck.  i just don't have the IT job during the day. 

i've seen Sam many times over the last couple of years and it's always good to catch up with him. i like them meaty and hairy so he's a good looking kid. i was pleased to see he cropped his greasy hipster hair and grew a beard. "i've just been too lazy to shave." he said. the sex is good. he's learning to relax and enjoy the moment and not worry about the other person. it's good to be attentive but always enjoy your end of the deal, i can take care of myself. he's got a big cock and loves to fuck. he's going to make some man very happy one day

we usually chat afterwards and this night i was extra chatty after a boring 8 hour shift at work. we tend to agree or agree to disagree on most music, books and films. then he said this: "Eyes Wide Shut was my no means his worst film. it was pretty good. much better than that Stephen King thing he did."

my lips shrank, tightened and they turned white "what?"

"um… what was it. with Jack Nicholson. terrible."

my pupils flared as my eyes squinted, "what!?!"

"The Shining. that was awful. awful movie."

that was it. i'd heard enough. "get the fuck out of my apartment!"

"did you like it? it was shit. over acted. hammy. boring! nothing happened just a kid wheeling around on ugly carpet"

"oh fuck off!" gone was my rule of expressing an opinion. tonight i was shouting them. "the tension. the creepy building. that triply carpet. the symmetry of every frame! and it was not over acted! Jack was a perfect portrayal of my father in one of his weekly violent schizo explosions! and before you say anything else you better hope those schizo explosions aren't hereditary."

"King wrote a brilliant novel-"

"King is a fucking no talent hack! he uses the same characters in every book. the writer! the recovering whatever needing redemption! the slut! the cotton picking' black guy! a retard! the wise old black woman or man! a freaky psychic kid-"

"and Kubrik stripped it down to nothing and it made no sense. nothing happened. shit is happening all through the book but the film. nothing!"

"Kubrik stripped it down to the important elements-"

"he took out the gangsters. the blah blah blah…" i stopped listening. then he said it. "the tv movie was better!"

"OH!" i spat, "YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!! the only good thing about that 6 hour slice of shit was Rebecca DeMornay getting punch in the guts. that version was fucking woeful! now get out. seriously! get the fuck out! now!"

i threw him out and pretended i was making a joke of it. but i was dead fucking serious! no praising of Stephen King. not under my roof! ever!