“Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, ‘Love me.’ / Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. / Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. / Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, / with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?”
Persian poet, Hafiz (1315 – 1390)
“Fuckin’ worth it man, I’m going to school now, but it was fuckin’ worth it!”. Jimmy says to himself over and over in the interrogation room as he waits for… he really has no idea what to expect but he does know one thing.
“Fuckin’ worth it. I don’t care if you send me to school. I can take it. I can take going to school.”
He hadn’t heard Suzy at all when she came in and greeted him. So nice, so friendly so… safe. She sits next to him and quietly hums a pleasant tune to herself. Jimmy looks up and again…
“Fuckin’ worth it man.”
“Tell me something Jimmy?” Chief Interrogator Sogood looks at her prisoner with genuine affection. Her eyes moist with emotion, she faces Jimmy looking at her now with his full attention. “If we went and locked you up in school, how could you ever make those gnarly, kick-ass runs anymore?”
“What are you talking about?” Jimmy asks with obvious incredulity.
“Your fans would never forgive me.”
“Besides, I’ve always been against the ban on Nurf Surfing. It’s fun.” Moving closer to the momentarily speechless young man, Suzy drops her voice to a whisper. “Don’t tell anyone but I’ve done it a few times myself.”
“You gotta be shittin’ me lady! How…?” Jimmy almost shouts but then quickly matches Suzy’s conspiratorial tone. “How the fuck you expect me to believe a thing like that? You and the rest of you safety cops have been trying to shut down the surfers for years.”
“There are a lot of changes in the works my young friend.” Suzy suddenly stands and adjusts her clothes. “I think you’ll find working with the system much to your liking and to your benefit.”
Jimmy says nothing, still confused yet getting back his bearing. He finally looks up with a little smile. A smile that quickly disappears as his very attractive young interrogator leans forward and looks directly… intensely into his eyes.
“But you WILL have to come clean about the blade.”