I was watching the movie, Milk and saw this credit:
Brian Yates Sharber – Gay Man
How could they pick him out?
I visited a friend in the hospital. Nothing serious but I get there and he’s whining,
“I don’t know if I can go on living.”
It’s just a broken clavicle you fucking pussy. Alright, he’s feeling bad. I’ll give up a human moment and shore him up a little.
Okay, enough. You’re getting out tomorrow. Stop the fucking whining. I doubt anyone’s ever died from a broken clavicle. But, from his lack of will to live, you’d think it was a telethon worthy killer.
“I just don’t think I can go on.” He says again.
So I lean over to the next bed, grab a pillow, stand up while fluffing the pillow, then lean in placing the pillow near his face.
“Okay. This’ll only take a minute.”
He freaks out.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I toss the pillow on the other bed.
“Your will to live’s back. Guess I cured ya.”
I see a customer with his family at a restaurant. The next day he comes into work. He’s telling me he’s late with payments because he’s been out of the country for the three months.
“As a matter of fact, I’m coming here directly from the airport.”
Hmmmm. Okay, this seems like a lie. Maybe he thinks that’ll be more dramatic. You know how people sometimes say they just got back for days after a trip? Maybe he’s one of those.
“Really?” I ask. “How long have you been back?”
He looks at his watch.
“Less than an hour. I was in Germany for three months.”
“Really?” I don’t doubt myself. I know I saw him, in America, the night before. “Where were you? Friends of mine live in Fuckinglair.”
“No, I ah, didn’t get there. I was mainly in Dusseldorf.”
“You must have been there. Fuckingliar’s right between Dusseldorf and Assenholen.”
“Ah, well, I did do some drinking there so, you never know.”
“Trust me, I know.”