P.S. Fuck You 2

Haven’t you knuckle heads ever heard of that old saying “You reap what you sow?”

Well, I find that statement presents more than a handful of truth

Every one of you validate it every day

Always bringing your misery through the door and taking it out on others

You don’t make enough money in tips or the customer’s orders are too fancy, indecisive, or extensive

Then you turn around and bully other co-workers 

coughing up lies about their job performances to compensate for your own securities about the performance of your own

as well as telling other co-workers “We can make your job harder for you.”

Bitch you can’t, won’t and aren’t going to do anything to make my job harder for me

The fact that I have to work along side you is enough to make any worker’s job harder than it already is.

Plus you are always overstepping personal boundaries 

talking about what somebody’s mother should have done.

You’re in no place to provide commentary on any person’s childhood parenting.

Focus on avoiding converting that to reality.

P.S. Fuck You!

+ Fake People III -

Have you ever wondered why you never have any friends?

Have you ever wondered why you cling so much 

to kids that you have convinced yourself to call your friends?

If you can answer those two questions easily and truthfully 

then you would be no more and no less valuable or worthless of a friend 

than if you were to begin believing that you could ever live up to anything as remotely similar 

to this idea that we all refer to as a friend 

Is it a blessing to you? 

To constantly shed your skin before every single group of people you fall into?

It’s almost as if you are falling back into your mother’s womb 

because of all the traits that you are carrying into the world 

thinking your childish ass is invincible and exempt

I got a few things to tell you about friends

Select and memorize what you want and trash what you don’t want to hear

Friends don’t eavesdrop on other friends conversations 

then turn around and create drama just to have an excuse to ruin healthy and functional relationships

and friends don’t sit posted up in black second hand t-shirts and beg for attention from other “friends” 

to delve into every detail of their pain when they can choose how they let circumstances and/or tribulations affect them.

I never wish death upon anyone but the death gods had long since said it

This is why the two of us aren’t friends

You want to turn against me like I’m the enemy 

when all I ever did was show you respect and courtesy

and then my so-called friend tells me he stood up for me in that petty argument that you created

How do I know that it wasn’t him who snitched and tried to use you as decoy to lift the blame from his name?

How do I know that he hasn’t been doing that this whole time?

HOW??????

Think about it.

+ Millenniums -

I’m a grown man, but
Sadly, I’m beginning to think that just like everyone else
That multiple millenniums will have surpassed our graves
Before a day strikes that you’ll take notice
Oh, but wait you are conservative
Though you state that you are a democrat


Well, tell me what kind of democrat
when faced with opportunities or possibilities for change
outright vetoes it without consideration for experimentation?
I remember when I proposed to you the idea of baking velvet cakes in multifarious colors
You accepted and requested me to buy all of the ingredients
claiming you were gonna make the damn cake, but every day that you said you were
You never did.
You attempted to argue with me over trivial shit
like the fact that you don’t own the house 
and that it along with all of the shit that you have could be gone
without a moment’s notice
I guess that’s why you are always threatening to put me out huh?
Because you are afraid of that fact so you try to project it onto others right?
What kind of life lesson is that?


On days when I am out and about
Yeah sure I buy things for myself to eat for lunch
but then when I come home I always have to debate with you
over my next meal
It is always a constant battle between me 
and your distorted logic and reasoning


Me: “Mom I haven’t eaten anything since pizza time earlier may I get a bowl of cereal?”
Mom: “Wait until I get off the phone.”

Thirty minutes pass…

Me: "May I eat now?"
Mom: "You shouldn’t have to eat twice if you ate a whole pizza.”
Me: “It was a small pizza and that was around twelve this afternoon.”
Me: “Your logic is distorted; Everybody eats more than once a day.”
Mom: “Anyway you can eat the other cereal not cinnamon toast crunch.”
Mom: “Distorted? Every adult that buys their own food can eat whenever they want otherwise there is no logic in your reasoning. I don’t have to feed you. You don’t feed anyone with your money.”
Me: There is 100% logic in my reasoning as well as everything I say regardless of who is feeding who and one less thing that the population needs to be fed are useless and fabricated theoretical fallacies over useful and valuable facts; At the end of the day nobody wins.”
Mom: I would like you to move out as soon as possible so that there will be no need to feed or conversate with you.”
Me: “No conversation with you is worth even one syllable that is why I avoid talking to you; I’m wasting my time right now even texting you.”
Mom: “Then stop.”
Mom: “Just get out of my house and you won’t ever have to talk to me or my relatives.”




What the fuck am I then? Just a man with some paper and a pen who has some poems day and night profusely spilling upon the pages in spite? Just a fan with some extensive knowledge of past and current chart toppers turned to developing a passion within disc jockeying? 


NO! I’m just a man who is disgusted to even have ever been given the blessing to title you ingrates what I call the curse that s my family.

Blush: Dig Deeper, Bleed Darker

"Striking the match across my thumbnail, it's too slow of an action to me. The sparks stay in the air for too long and I haven't taken a breath in what feels like hours. Snow White couldn't have done it better, she paved the way. You sleep with the enemy, you sleep with the rich, you tear your way in with a calming, sweet smile and they let you in, they always do. The match falls on the heap of limbs. 'Here comes the sun.' ~ Jade Day

DR. NIGHTMARE: Hello? Mr. Nino?

[Dr. Nightmare whistles and snaps his fingers twice]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Are you ready for the procedure?

DO: It’s not like I have a choice now do I?

DR. NIGHTMARE: You always have a choice Mr. <a>Nino</a>. Your very future lies within the consciousness of every decision you may or may not make. With that being said which choice do you think will effectively see that you are better off?

DO: Well neither you or I can predict the future so we might as well continue playing and see what happens.

[Dr. Nightmare chuckles]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Not bad for a young man such as yourself, Mr Nino.

DO: I try. Let us carry on with the procedure now shall we sir?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Oh, yes right. Please fill out these papers to <a>ensure</a> that we have your full consent to conduct any and/or all events of this procedure.

DO: How can I possibly fill out these papers if I am still restrained by this straight jacket?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Oh, how foolish of me to have forgotten.

[Dr. Nightmare then begins unbuckling Do’s straight jacket. He then removes the jacket and passes Do a check pad and a pen with multiple documents. Do then begins to sign them. Dr. Nightmare closely reviews the papers as Do is signing them]

DO: Okay, I’m done.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Great now if you’ll just initial here, here and here we will be ready to go.

[Do finishes initialing his papers and passes them back to Dr. Nightmare.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Thank you Mr. Nino. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to relax while I run and grab my list of questions. You may talk to AnaÏs while she performs a brief blood test on you.

NURSE YUCKI: Thank you, Dr. Nightmare.

[AnaÏs blushes with a slight smile as she twists both of her knees inward. She then walks over to sit in the chair directly across from Do. She pulls out her first aid kit and opens it. She takes out a lancet, some sanitary wipes and some gauze.]

NURSE YUCKI: Hello, Mr. Nino. How are you doing today?

[Anaïs opens a pack of sanitary wipes and begins wiping Do’s right ring finger. She then pricks his finger with the lancet drawing forth small droplets of blood. Do slightly winces in pain. Anaïs then places a small test tube to the test site in which his finger was pricked in order to draw blood.]

DO: Please just call me Do. I’m doing alright I suppose. How about yourself?

NURSE YUCKI: Thank you, Do. I am doing okay though I am quite tired. I have been here since five this morning and it is now a quarter to one.

DO: I can understand how that may be hard on you. Not everyone is a morning person.

NURSE YUCKI: Yeah, you’re right. The pay is great here though so I suppose it is worth dealing with.

DO: Yeah but is that ever really enough? Is that truly all that you want?

NURSE YUCKI: No, of course not. I have dreams just like everybody else. This job exists as just an in the moment thing for me. It is a means to get me by or as most people say “a leg up” in the industry.

DO: Those times are always the most trying.

NURSE YUCKI: You can say that again.

[Anaïs eventually finishes drawing blood from Do’s finger and places a couple of pieces of gauze to it and wrapped a band-aid around it. She then pours the blood sample into a slightly bigger and wider test tube and then places a top over it placing it along with the lancet back into her first aid kit.]

DO: Those times are always the most trying.

[Anaïs laughs. Do slightly smiles in return.]

NURSE YUCKI: I didn’t mean literally silly ha ha.

DO: Hey a little humor never hurt anyone ha ha.

NURSE YUCKI: If that were the case this place would cease to be a business.

[Anaïs and Do both laughed.]

NURSE YUCKI: I don’t mean to be a creep but I think you have really pretty eyes.

[Do was an African-American man with short, curly black hair. He also had dark brown eyes with his skin being the shade of chocolate chip cookie brown. He had a goatee as well.]

DO: Thank you, Anaïs. You’re honestly a lot funnier than I thought plus you are very beautiful.

[Anaïs was a white British woman with long, jet black hair and winter blue eyes. She had fairly tan skin along with a nice figure. She also wore black lipstick and had various tattoos.

NURSE YUCKI: Thank you, Do. So do you ha—

[The door to Do’s padded cell abruptly opens.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Okay, I’m back. Thank you for keeping my patient company Anaïs.

NURSE YUCKI: Oh, you’re welcome, Archie.

[Anaïs stomped very loudly as she walked away.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: I told that bitch I don’t like when people call me Archie in public.

DO: Well, that is your birth name is it not? Besides Anaïs is a really nice woman.

DR. NIGHTMARE: That’s like saying a vagina is a teething ring.

DO: So are you saying you have been sexless for six months or are you asexual?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Hey, who is the doctor here?

DO: I’m just saying. You may be inserting your tongue incorrectly.

[Dr. Nightmare ignores Do’s comments blushing out of embarrassment.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Well, if you are done fooling around we can begin.

DO: Let’s do it.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Okay, Mr Nino. Your first name is Do, correct?

DO: Yes, sir.

DR. NIGHTMARE: We already know your last name so on to the next question. What is your date of birth?

DO: August 2, 1990

DR. NIGHTMARE: Ah, so you’re twenty-three years old eh?? I thought you were like sixteen.

DO: Ha ha nope but I get that a lot so it’s nothing I’m not used to.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Where are you from?

DO: Springfield, Illinois

DR. NIGHTMARE: Where were you currently living before you came here?

DO: Cordova, Tennessee

DR. NIGHTMARE: Did you like it there?

DO: No, not really. I actually hate it there and am desperate to get away from there and move to a bigger city.

DR NIGHTMARE: Oh? What for may I ask?

DO: To take advantage of more career opportunities to achieve my dreams.

DR. NIGHTMARE: I really like where your head is at kid. Who were you currently living with before you came here?

DO: My mother along with three of my siblings, niece and nephew.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Do you get along with them at all?

DO: When I want to but even then it is just a feigned interest.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Where were you working before you came to this institution?

DO: I was working as a dishwasher and prep cook at my local pancake joint and bakery. The name of the restaurant is Love 'N’ Lust.

DR. NIGHTMARE: That title sounds intriguing. What kind of food do they make there? Do they pay you well for your services?

DO: We make all kinds of foods in the shape and/or imagery of sexually provocative thought patterns. Basically we make cakes in the shapes of genitals, breasts, ass, etc… We do this for breakfast, lunch and dinner around the clock. They pay me $7.25 an hour.

DR. NIGHTMARE: I got to take my girlfriend some time soon. You get paid more to do that here. I believe the maximum is $15 an hour in translation from Euro dollars to American dollars.

DO: You won’t regret it sir. There are actually some of restaurants located throughout France.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Thank you, Mr. Nino. I’ll keep that in mind.

DO: You’re welcome, sir.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Do you have any passions, Mr. Nino?

DO: Yes, I do. As a matter of fact I have two passions. They are poetry and disc jockeying.

DR. NIGHTMARE: How long have you been writing poetry and disc jockeying?

DO: I have been writing poetry since November of 2008. I am only just beginning within the disc jockeying field.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What were you like in school, Mr. Nino?

DO: I’ve been to many schools doctor. I require that you be more specific

DR. NIGHTMARE: What was life like for you in high school?

DO: Well, I never actively made the effort to socialize with anyone outside of school simply because I was disinterested. When people would take part in extracurricular activities I would just ignore them and go home. I never even went to my own prom.

DR. NIGHTMARE: And why didn’t you go to your prom?

DO: Because I never had a date nor did I have the courage to ask one of the girls out

DR. NIGHTMARE: Well, I would tell you that I understand but I have no idea what that is like. In my day I was a jock. Everybody knew me. All the girls wanted to talk to me.

DO: Yeah, you’re not helping.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Nino

DO: It’s alright, doctor.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Moving on, what was your life like as you were growing up?

DO: There was lots of domestic violence and unwanted sheriff visits because my mother would always feel the urge to call the police every time I voiced an opinion that she did not agree with. I have even been in physical fights with her, my father, brother, sister and grandmother. I even splashed orange juice in my grandmother's face one time because she was pissing me the fuck off. There was the occasional use and profiting of the most popular drug at the time by a parent because my father smoked and sold drugs. He hung out with the wrong people a lot of the times mostly people who desired to buy drugs from him. Day in and day out deep down I feel that there are still some grudges floating around. My family won’t let me move past them nor will they let me forget about them. They always like to bring them up every chance that they get. I was also expelled from middle school at the age of fourteen for tossing my gym shorts at the assistant principal when she told me to shut up while I was talking. I felt disrespected and it pissed me off. I didn’t know what else to do. I also took antidepressants at the age of sixteen for crying out loud and when I was twenty I was mugged only just one week shy of my twenty-first birthday. It was a late night and I was walking home.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Sounds like you have had a rather rough life

DO: Yeah, well my life is not as bad compared to others.

DR. NIGHTMARE: That doesn’t matter Mr. Nino. It still counts. What was the name of the antidepressant medication that you were taking for you depression?

DO: I honestly don’t remember. That was so long ago. I’m twenty-three now. I’ll be twenty-four in the summer so that was nearly eight years ago. I do remember my mother making me take medications such as Stratera and Adderall for Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What is your relationship with your family like now?

DO: I only talk to them when I want or need something like most people, but other than that I steer clear of them to avoid confrontation and drama. Drama never falls short in the Nino family.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Why do you think that is, Mr. Nino?

DO: Well, it’s just that when me and my immediate family members are in the same room together I can feel a significant amount of tension, hatred and anger coursing throughout the room. It makes me feel very uncomfortable so I just leave.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What do you fear the most, Mr. Nino?

DO: Abandonment and death

DR. NIGHTMARE: All of which are very powerful and reasonable things to be in fear of. What is your attitude toward the opposite sex? What was it in childhood and later years? 

DO: I always took notice of the hot girls and the unbearably sexy girls. I just never made the effort to talk to them because most of them ignored me or were stuck up and thought they were higher and mightier than me. In later and considerably more recent years my patience for the opposite sex has lessened greatly with each passing day. It has gotten to the point where I hate romantic relationships leading me to believe that they are a complete waste of time. Marriages are pointless as well. I would operate just fine in a No Strings Attached, Friends With Benefits or a One Night Stand type of deal. At least with those types of relationships an emotional connection is not at all required. I like pussy. End of story. I get enough emotional connection through bowel movements.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Are you ambitious, sensitive, inclined to outbursts of temper, domineering, shy, or impatient?

DO: Yes, sir. I am very ambitious. I’m a poet so there is no doubt that I am sensitive. Yes, I do tend to have short, mild outbursts concerning my temper. I get mad when people cut me off or talk over me when I am speaking. I hate when people ignore me and I hate when I try to join a conversation and everyone acts like I am not there. It’s like can’t they see that I am trying to be apart of the conversation. I mean even when I try to socialize and make friends they fail to realize it. It is all alright though. I have learned not to give a fuck anymore. Honestly, it is the best way to avoid any drama in life.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What sort of people did you physically allow yourself to be around you prior to arriving at this institution? Were they impatient, bad-tempered, or affectionate?

DO: Affection was far from the equation, doctor. I was around a lot of impatient and bad-tempered people. When I speak of these people I speak mainly about my family, but also some of my co-workers as well. They drove me incredibly insane. I would often go home depressed and dreading the next work day.

DR. NIGHTMARE: How do you sleep? 

DO: Most of the time I find it difficult to sleep. I frequently watch Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response or (ASMR) videos to aid in me that and so far it has worked exceedingly well.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What dreams do you have?

DO: I rarely have any happy dreams I’ll tell you that. Most of the dreams I have are of running down dark hallways, chasing shadows, jumping off of cliffs and being unexpectedly attacked by random strangers whether it be physically or verbally. I also tend to have a lot of dreams where I am screaming my head off at the people surrounding me in the dream. I even go so far as to push their heads back a little with the palm of my hand. I was really mad in those dreams. I have a lot of mildly terrifying as well as psychotically depressing dreams. I also tend to have dreams about abandonment.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What illnesses are there in your family background?

DO: Well both of my grandmas are diabetic however one of them has been deceased for six and a half years now. She was English plus she had struggled with breast cancer for years. One of my sisters has been diagnosed as bipolar. I believe I may be bipolar, but just undiagnosed. I am allergic to penicillin. Both of my little brothers have asthma. One of my brothers is allergic to peanut butter.That’s about it. My father has problems with digesting solid foods. I don’t really know all that much about the history of my family’s mental health. There was one time when my mom called the cops on me when I was sixteen. The cop although unlicensed said that he thinks I may be schizophrenic. I didn’t believe a word that he said back then, but eight years later I am now starting to realize the justness of what he said and even starting to believe it.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Have you ever had sex, Mr. Nino?

DO: No, sir. I have not. I do think about it very often though.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Do you watch any porn at all?

DO: Every night.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What kind of porn do you like to watch? Do you have any fetishes?

DO: I like to watch female bodybuilders workout in the nude, I also like to watch regular girls fool around in the nude as do most men. I also enjoy watching lesbian porn as well. My fetishes are women with muscle. I’m talking large muscle mass from the neck down. It just gets me so hot. Another fetish of mine and don’t tell anyone this, but I like to watch women take dumps in the toilet. I don’t however like actually seeing the feces. I only like to see them sitting on the toilet while doing it and hearing the sounds. I do not like seeing what is going on underneath. Other fetishes of mine include women with tattoos, tall women, and also slightly psychotic women though intelligent women.

DR. NIGHTMARE: What are you hoping to get out of these sessions and procedures?

DO: I just seek to be happy again. That is all I ask. That is all I want.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Well this concludes our interview, Mr. Nino. I will run to the lab and decipher your blood sample as well as your answers. In the meantime I will turn you over to Dr. Skitz and Dr. Crocker.

DO: Who is Dr. Skitz and Dr. Crocker?

DR. NIGHTMARE: They will be conducting your four dimensional emotion detector tests this afternoon.

DO: What is a four dimensional emotion detector test?

DR. NIGHTMARE: A four dimensional emotion detector test is specifically designed to manipulate your emotions such as happiness, sadness, fear, anger, anxiety, and depression. There is a separate room for each test complete with a machine. Each of the rooms have a different color to match the level of intensity of said emotion. What happens is that we put a visor over your eyes and connect you to the machine. Inside of the visor a scenario involving each emotion is created to bring out an emotional response. This response simulates how a patient normally would react to such situations in real life and helps us to effectively evaluate a patient’s emotional health. The only thing is the scenarios are created based on thought processing. Emotions are often generated through thought processing. You have to think of a memory in order for a scenario to be created. Dr. Crocker has been assigned to conduct your happiness, sadness and fear tests. Dr Skitz has been assigned to conduct your anger, anxiety and depression tests. If you are ready Mr. Nino then please follow me to the yellow room.

[Do follows Dr. Nightmare to the yellow room. They arrive and are greeted by Dr. Crocker.]

DR. CROCKER: Hello, Dr. Nightmare. I see you have brought me a new test subject.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Something like that.

[Both Dr. Nightmare and Dr. Crocker chuckled.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Dr. Crocker I’d like you to meet Do Nino. Mr. Nino meet Dr. Crocker.

DR. CROCKER: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nino. Welcome to the yellow room.

[Dr. Crocker extends his hand to Do. Do proceeds to shake his hand.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Well, I guess I will leave you guys to it then.

[Anaïs enters the room.]

DR. CROCKER: Well, hey there Anaïs. I take it you have already met Do then?

NURSE YUCKI: Indeed I have. I performed a blood test on him earlier. Hello again, Do.

DO: Hello, Anaïs. It is nice to see you again.

NURSE YUCKI: Thank you, Do. It is nice to see you again as well. I will be assisting both Dr. Crocker and Dr. Skitz in carrying out the procedures of your tests.

DO: Sounds like a plan.

NURSE YUCKI: Doesn’t it?

[Do and Nino both smile each other.]

DR. CROCKER: So tell me Mr. Nino have you ever taken a four dimensional emotion detector test before?

DO: Up until Dr. Nightmare introduced me to the term I had no idea what that was, but based on what I do know it does sound interesting I’ll give you that.

DR. CROCKER: Let’s get started then shall we? Each test will have an approximate length of five minutes. Everyone reacts differently to these tests so there is a chance that you may have bouts of emotional disturbances. We call this machine the Eº. If you will please step over here we will get you strapped and ready to go. Anaïs please come over here and help me get him strapped in.

[The machine was solid yellow and was shaped like a giant marble with the front of it consisting of an open cavity with everything from top to bottom covered in yellow including the seat. Attached to it was a visor. Do walks over to the machine and Dr. Crocker begins strapping Do in and attaching the emotion detector cables to his body.]

DR. CROCKER: Okay, Mr Nino you are all set. The only thing you need to do now is think of a happy memory. I am sure Dr. Nightmare has already informed you of this.

DO: Yes, sir.

DR. CROCKER: Please put on this visor and we shall begin your happiness test. Remember to think of the happiest memory you have experienced.

DO: I’ll try my best, doctor. I can’t make any promises.

DR. CROCKER: And that is all I ask of you.

[Do begins to drift into deep focus and memory concentration. It is not long before Do is able to think of a decent memory to get the process going. Do is then visually transferred into a scenario that involves the memory as well as the emotion that he is thinking of.]

[Do opens his eyes and takes a deep breath and finds himself laying on his stomach across a living room floor. He was on a laptop chatting with a good female friend of his via instant messaging.]

DO: Hello, Oku how are you?

OKU: I am doing okay. how are you?

DO: I’m doing ok. Lately I have just been having these really strong emotions of romance for a certain somebody and I am unable to sleep at night because of them. Don’t worry though they are very positive emotions and they feel really nice. :)

OKU: Aww well that’s good. Honestly, I have had my eye on a person for quite some time now as well. This guy makes me feel like I can do no wrong. He brings me a lot of comfort and makes me feel safe even though he is not physically here with me.

[Do blushes in front of the computer screen. He began to feel the warmth and emotions within his chest. In reality his hands began to clench around the arm rest of the chair as he smiled through the virtual reality visor.]

OKU: That guy is you Do. :)

DO: It is funny that you should say that Oku because the girl I was referring to just so happens to be you as well. ;) 
OKU: :D 
DO: You are the deep, blue sky into which every night I deeply gaze. OKU: If I am the deep, blue sky then you are the moon outside my window. DO: If I am the moon then you are the star that I am wishing on. OKU: You are my wish. [Do sheds a few tears of joy as his heart rapidly began beating within his chest setting off the emotion detector cables.]

DR. CROCKER: Anaïs stop the machine NOW!

[Anaïs pushes a small, red circular button allowing the machine to come to a halt.]

[Dr. Crocker removes the visor from Do’s face.]

DR. CROCKER: Anaïs will you bring me some tissues please?

NURSE YUCKI: Yes, Dr. Crocker.

[Anaïs walks over to the yellow table in the corner and grabs some tissues. She then brings them over to Dr. Crocker.]

NURSE YUCKI: Here you are Dr. Crocker.

DR. CROCKER: Well, don’t just stand there. Wipe his face.

[Anaïs begins lightly dabbing at each of Do’s eyes to absorb the moisture of tears from around his them.]

NURSE YUCKI: You feeling ok sweetie?

DO: Yeah, I’m fine. Those were just tears of great joy.

DR. CROCKER: What were you thinking of, Mr. Nino? What memory did you choose?

DO: I chose the memory of the night that my ex-girlfriend told me that she liked me and that I was her wish.

DR. CROCKER: Yes, that seems like a rather sweet memory.

DO: That is why I was crying. I cried the night that it happened too.

DR. CROCKER: You are not to blame. It was a special moment in your life.

DO: She made me feel so good, doc.

DR. CROCKER: Yes, moments like that will do a number on your emotions. Now, if you will follow me we shall begin the next test. Come on, Anaïs!

NURSE YUCKI: Yes, Dr. Crocker.

[Do follows Dr. Crocker and Anaïs. They arrive at the next room.]

DR. CROCKER: Welcome to the blue room, Mr. Nino. This is the room in which we will conduct your sadness test.

DO: So this time I have to think of the saddest memory of my life right?

DR. CROCKER: That is correct, Mr. Nino. If you’ll please walk over here we can begin.

[Do then began and eventually completed his sadness test. Dr. Crocker and Anaïs escorted Do to the gray room for his fear test, the red room for his anger test, and the clear room for his anxiety test.]

NURSE YUCKI: You have been doing an astounding job on all of your tests, Do.

DO: Thank you, Anaïs. I was simply just doing what you and Dr. Crocker instructed me to do.

NURSE YUCKI: Inevitably it has been working quite well. Now it is time for your depression test. Please follow Dr. Crocker and I to the black room.

[Dr. Crocker, Anaïs and Do arrive at the black room and are greeted by Dr. Skitz. Dr. Skitz and Anaïs strap Do within the machine and connect the emotion detector cables to his body. Do then began to focus on the most depressing memory he had ever experienced. Once again Do was visually transferred into this memory. Two minutes into the scenario Do spots a woman within a dark room walk past him. She was wearing a black dress. This woman had skin of a light beige color, hazel eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. As this woman was walking by she had this evil look in her eyes and she looked at Do with the most sinister glare known to man. Do started breathing very heavily and crying uncontrollably. His lips trembled and his hands were gripping the arm rests very tightly. Do was kicking and screaming very loudly.

DO: PLEASE! TURN IT OFF!!!!

NURSE YUCKI: DR. SKITZ TURN THE DAMN MACHINE OFF RIGHT NOW! CAN’T YOU SEE THE MAN IS IN PAIN?

[Dr. Skitz quickly presses the red button to stop the machine. Do was still breathing heavily nearly to the point of hyperventilation. He was sweating and was still crying. As he got up to his feet he almost fell. Anaïs caught him and hugged him. Do continued to cry heavily over her shoulder and trembling while doing so.]

NURSE YUCKI: It’s okay, sweetie. I’m here for you. I’m here… Everything is going to be okay. Sshh…

[Anaïs then began shedding a few tears herself tightly tucking in her lip as her tears hit the ground.]

NURSE YUCKI: Dr. Skitz please let Dr. Nightmare know that the tests have been completed. I will stay here with Do until he has had a chance to calm his emotions. He is unstable right now.

DR. SKITZ: You got it, Nurse Yucki.

NURSE YUCKI: Thank you.

[Nurse Yucki continues sitting in the middle of the floor with Do still leaning over her shoulder.]

NURSE YUCKI: Are you okay sweetie? I am so sorry that you had to go through that. I know it must have been painful.

[Do lifted his head from Anaïs’s shoulder. His eyes were red from crying profusely.]

DO: Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just… I just…

[Anaïs cups both of Do’s cheeks with her hands and looks deeply into his eyes.]

NURSE YUCKI: What is it Do? Talk to me. I’m here for you.

DO: I’ll tell you later. Right now I just want to get as far away from this room as possible.

NURSE YUCKI: There is no fire escape when the threat is in your own head. My favorite author, Jade Day, taught me that.

[A series of bells had started to ring. It was lunch time.]

Blush: Too Much Black, Too Little White

Marseille, France, 2014

"The Eiffel Tower was built on the backs of men who never knew that love was absent from the world. Especially Paris.”~ Jade Day

NARRATION SEQUENCE:

Hi. My name is Do and strangely enough it is commonly mispronounced. It is often associated with that of English word “do” which is technically an action verb, but that’s besides the point. I am twenty three years of age and am anti-social so when people act like they know me it freaks me out. My main passion is poetry although I have recently discovered an interest in disc jockeying and my passion for it grows more and more each day. Anyway, if you are wondering how I ended up in this asylum you are about to find out.

[Scene Opening]

[Do slowly opens his eyes. He attempts to move his arms but with great struggle. Do lifts his head and glances down only to discover that he was lying upon a white cot while restrained within a straight jacket. Shortly after this discovery he begins rapidly scanning the room. The room was solid white and covered by padded walls from the ceiling to the floor.]

DO: Where the hell am I…? 

[Do then attempts to sit up but is unsuccessful. He then accidentally rolls out of  his cot landing on the floor with a hard thud.]

DO: A-a-rgh… Fuck that hurt…

[ A digital vocalization suddenly began to commence much less to Do’s awareness]

DIGITAL SPEAKER: Mr. Nino, personnel of doctoral authority are scheduled to arrive in approximately one minute. 59, 58, 57, 56, 55

DO: No! Where am I? Please just tell me where I am!

DIGITAL SPEAKER VOICE: 49, 48, 47, 46, 45

DO: I’ve got to get out of here…. I need to get home!

[Do attempts to stand. He successfully rises to his feet and starts running. Mistaking a padded wall for the door he blindly runs toward it. He hits the wall and bounces back two feet and on to his back again.]

DO: Arrghh, my back…

DIGITAL SPEAKER VOICE: 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15

[Do remains laying there]

DIGITAL SPEAKER VOICE: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

[The door opens and a man in a white lab coat walks into the room accompanied by a nurse. The man had short, black hair in the style of a crew cut. He also wore small, square glasses with black frames. His skin had sort of a beige color to it along with the creeping annoyance of 5 ‘o clock shadow. He also was wearing black slacks and shoes. The man also had a check pad and a pen in his hand.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: I tell you Anaïs these kids are digging holes. They are digging holes deeper than death.

[Anaïs laughs]

DR. NIGHTMARE: I mean how much time must pass before one of them takes notice? Hmm?

[Dr. Nightmare and Anaïs both laugh in equal succession. Dr. Nightmare then stops and stares bewildered at Do who to his surprise was still lying on the floor.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Hello there young man.

DO: Hey

DR. NIGHTMARE: The fall must have hurt huh?

DO: You have no idea…

[Dr. Nightmare removes a small flashlight from his coat pocket and carefully begins examining Do’s eyes.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Your eyes look okay kid. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Here let me help you up.

[Dr. Nightmare helps Do to his feet]

Yeah, I know what it’s like kid. I was once a patient who was confined within this very same room that you just so happen to be sitting in right now. I have experienced great waves of panic and fear which eventually escalated into that very same fall that you just experienced. It hurts like a bitch too.  Anaïs could you please grab us some chairs dear?

NURSE YUCKI: Yes, Dr. Nightmare

[Anaïs returns with three white chairs. She sets the chairs down proceeding to sit in one of them.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: Please take a seat kid.

[Both Do and Dr. Nightmare proceed to sit in the chairs]

DO: Who are you and what are you doing here?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Oh, how rude of me for not introducing myself. My name is Archie Moreau though the majority of the staff and patients refer to me as Dr. Nightmare. The lady on my left is referred to as Nurse Yucki.

[Anaïs waves and smiles]

NURSE YUCKI: You can call me Anaïs.

[Do decides to bare a forced smile in response]

DR. NIGHTMARE: We are here to conduct a psychiatric interview as well as a series of tests in order to properly evaluate your mental illness and to identify what type of mental illness you may or may not have.

DO: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Mental illness? First of all what is this place and why the hell am I here?

DR. NIGHTMARE: My, my, my you really weren’t listening at all were you? I said we are going to conduct an interview and a short series of tests to identify what may or may not be wrong with you. Keyword: May. Calm down won’t you? It’s just a quick, easy and painless process.

DO: Calm down? Calm down? I wake up confined within a straight jacket in a cot in an unfamiliar room within an unfamiliar place and you want me to calm down? You still haven’t told me where I am nor have you told me what has happened to me. I need answers.

DR. NIGHTMARE: Okay, fair enough. Firstly, let me start by saying that this room you speak of is more commonly known as a padded cell. That’s why all the walls are padded so that it is nearly impossible for you to harm yourself. Secondly, do you not retain any memory of the events of the past forty-eight hours?

DO: This is shockingly funny Archie.

DR. NIGHTMARE: I did not say that you could call me Archie.

DO: Okay, Dr. Nightmare. Let’s say that I could remember anything that may or may not have occurred in the past forty-eight hours as you say. Don’t you think that I would have told you?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Damn. You really don’t remember a thing do you?

DO: No shit Sherlock we just established that.

DR. NIGHTMARE: You had been unconscious for two days.

DO: And why was that? What happened to me?

DR. NIGHTMARE: You were at a bar. You were sitting and drinking when suddenly you took a knife to your wrist and began to mutilate your flesh. It was unclear why but I particularly remember you exuding a piercing scream. You appeared to be in a great deal of agony both physically and emotionally. Does that refresh your memory a bit?

DO: No, not at all. I still can’t remember a thing. The only thing I can remember is being highly intoxicated.

DR. NIGHTMARE: That’s a start.

DO: Please continue…

DR. NIGHTMARE: As you wish; Shortly after you had publicly wielded your knife, two security guards clad in solid black t-shirts and black slacks rapidly began approaching you. They obviously noticed that you were intoxicated and offered to politely escort you out of the bar accompanied by multiple verbal threats. You resisted. They both attempted to apprehend you. You fought back. The next thing I know one of the guards grabbed both of your arms and folded them behind your back as the other guard punched you in the eye, chest and stomach. The guards then picked you up by your hands and feet and proceeded to toss you out of the bar.

DO: How do you know all of this?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Because I was there that night. I was watching.

[Do looked at Dr. Nightmare with an exceptionally bewildered facial expression.]

DR. NIGHTMARE: I was the one who brought you to the asylum, Do.

DO: How the hell did you know my name?

DR. NIGHTMARE: Through various methods of frequent networking

DO: Why did you help me?

DR. NIGHTMARE: The night is always darkest before dawn

[Do continues sitting there with a puzzled look on his face] 

DR. NIGHTMARE: Are you ready now, Mr. Nino?

TO BE CONTINUED...