Keith.

Keith?

Hi, we spoke on the phone.

Not to be rude, Keith, but I gotta ask, are you a cop?
You understand. Attorney, right? Attorney.

Tasseled shoes! Entertainment lobby, I’d guess. Relax, this is my job. To know people. To know what people want. What’s behind their eyes. Okay, Okay- so tell me. Have you ever jacked in? Have you ever wiretripped?

Oh! A vrigin brain! Good. Good, so we’re gonna start you off right.

I’ll set you up, I’ll get you a deck in the car, since my thing is the software.

Now listen, I want you to know what we’re talking about here. Okay? This is not like TV, only better. This is life. It’s a piece of somebody’s life. It’s pure and uncut, straight from the cerebral cortex. I mean, you’re there. You’re doing it. You’re seeing it, you’re hearing it.

You’re feeling it.

It’s exactly anything. It’s whatever you want. It’s whoever you want to be. Okay, I mean, if you want to go skiing without leaving your den, you can, But I’m assuming that I guy like you- when you want to go ski, you fly to Aspen. That’s not what you’re interested in here, it’s-

it’s about stuff that you can’t have, right?

The forbidden fruit, hm? Like running into a liquor store with a .357 Magnum in your hand, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Or you see that guy over there with the drop dead Philippino girlfriend? Wouldn’t you like to be that guy for 20 minutes? The right 20 minutes?

I can make it happen, and you won’t even tarnish your wedding ring. I can get you what you want. I can get you anything, you just have to talk to me, you just have to trust me- trust me.

Because I’m your priest. I’m your shrink. I’m your main connection to the switchboard of the soul.

I’m the Magic Man. The Santa Clause of the subconscience. You say it, you think it, you can have it.

This entry was posted on Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 at 9:35 am and is filed under bling.