Post by Josh Kennedy on Jul 13, 2017 16:47:48 GMT -5
It’s the dead of night as the cameras open on Josh Kennedy, who’s looking up at the night sky, staring off into the vast depths of space, seemingly completely unaware that he’s being filmed.
“Truth be told, I’m feelin’ a little mixed up about a lotta things.” He confesses, speaking plainly, still not looking at the camera.
“My rash of failures in Redemption ain’t exactly got me off to the strongest start, and Jonathan Drake toyin’ with me like that? Whether it was right or wrong, I snapped, and I paid the price. But I sent my message. I got too much on my mind to be figuring out to have the patience to deal with your bullshit on top of it all. I don’t regret what I did. I don’t owe anybody respect, so if they can’t extend the same courtesy to me, fuck ‘em. It felt good, it felt… cathartic.” He says, his skyward gaze never once wavering.
He reaches into his pocket and produces a pack of cigarettes, deftly pulling one out and placing it in the corner of his mouth.
“I could look out at this all night. Hell, I probably will. Makes me think more clearly, helps me be at peace some times, when all those relentless thoughts that pound against the inside of my skull just get to be too much. When I need some quiet, I can just look out into the sky at night, look at all of those stars out there, and realise just how insignificant those things that gnaw away at me are. How amazing it is that I get to be a part of the same universe as all of those stars up there. There’s something primal, and life affirmin’ about it, ain’t there? People get all gloomy about this kinda shit, that it’s a reminder of our insignificance, that we’re all just ants bein’ marched on by time towards our inevitable deaths… But really, what’s the point in sweatin’ it? We’re already here, the inevitability’s already in place, why not make the most of it? The time we’ve been given is a gift, if I could escape myself like this more often to realise it, maybe I wouldn’t be such a miserable son of a bitch.” He chuckles.
Josh then mirrors his action from before, procuring a lighter and holding the flame up to the tip of the cigarette that’s been vaguely muffling his voice. He takes a drag and blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth, into the air above his upturned face.
“The fuck y’all still watchin’ me for? Look. See it for yourselves.” He says, pointing upwards with his free hand. The camera diligently looks upward, showing the void of the sky peppered with the brightly shining stars scattered throughout.
“I often wonder if people see the same things I see. It don’t seem like it. Am I the delusional one? Am I wrong? Is there somethin’ fundamentally broken up here that I can’t fix?” He asks, tapping an index finger to his temple to emphasise his point.
“There ain’t much in the way of simple answers in life, I don’t reckon. There ain’t a definitively right or wrong way to do things, but everybody and their dog got an opinion, and they’ll happily stand on their fuckin’ altar of self-righteousness and bark it as orders to everyone else about it like they’re the only one on the face of the planet who’s ever been right about somethin’ before, the only who possibly could be.”
“People like to wax lyrical about human insignificance when talkin’ about, but it’s all about perspective. When we look up at those stars, we don’t see a massive body surrounded by planets just like the Sun, we just see a spark, a tiny little shimmer in the blackness. To us, that’s probably all most of ‘em will ever be. Tiny little pinpricks of light in the distance. Ain’t that insignificant? Each one of those tiny little bits of light burns fierce though, even if we don’t see it. Even if on the surface, it ain’t that obvious, those little lights are burning so bright that they’re sustaining our lives from the other side of the universe, we all know it, but it sure don't feel like that, does it?”
“See, it’d be easy for me to underestimate Honey, all rainbows and smiles. To think she’s insignificant, that because I’m some tough-lookin’ rough-talkin’, scarred-up hardcore wrestler, I got this all in the bag, that she couldn’t touch me. But that’s the same mistake everyone makes with her, ain’t it? It might seem like she’s some innocent little pushover, but I actually learned something from being a World Champion. You can’t afford to underestimate or dismiss anyone. Appearances can be deceiving; it’s all about perspective. Just like those stars that look so tiny up there, I think there’s somethin’ much deeper burning somewhere inside Honey that you can't see at face value. I’m not dumb enough to overlook that. I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm confused, but I ain't blind.”
The camera pans back to Josh, but he stays staring at the sky, continuing to smoke his cigarette.
“I hope not, anyways. Look, truth be told I got nothin' punchy to say here, nothin' that ain't a cliche. Nobody gives a shit about my past achievements, and lately, it feels like all I've ever done is fail. I've been stuck in a rut lately and somehow I seem to think that over-analysin' myself's somehow gonna fix that. But I'll get my head right come Charlotte, and when I do, I'mma take every ounce of frustration out on you in that ring, Honey. I'mma hurt you just like I did Jonathan Drake. I'm not failin' again, I've come way too far for that. I refuse. It's as simple as that."
“Truth be told, I’m feelin’ a little mixed up about a lotta things.” He confesses, speaking plainly, still not looking at the camera.
“My rash of failures in Redemption ain’t exactly got me off to the strongest start, and Jonathan Drake toyin’ with me like that? Whether it was right or wrong, I snapped, and I paid the price. But I sent my message. I got too much on my mind to be figuring out to have the patience to deal with your bullshit on top of it all. I don’t regret what I did. I don’t owe anybody respect, so if they can’t extend the same courtesy to me, fuck ‘em. It felt good, it felt… cathartic.” He says, his skyward gaze never once wavering.
He reaches into his pocket and produces a pack of cigarettes, deftly pulling one out and placing it in the corner of his mouth.
“I could look out at this all night. Hell, I probably will. Makes me think more clearly, helps me be at peace some times, when all those relentless thoughts that pound against the inside of my skull just get to be too much. When I need some quiet, I can just look out into the sky at night, look at all of those stars out there, and realise just how insignificant those things that gnaw away at me are. How amazing it is that I get to be a part of the same universe as all of those stars up there. There’s something primal, and life affirmin’ about it, ain’t there? People get all gloomy about this kinda shit, that it’s a reminder of our insignificance, that we’re all just ants bein’ marched on by time towards our inevitable deaths… But really, what’s the point in sweatin’ it? We’re already here, the inevitability’s already in place, why not make the most of it? The time we’ve been given is a gift, if I could escape myself like this more often to realise it, maybe I wouldn’t be such a miserable son of a bitch.” He chuckles.
Josh then mirrors his action from before, procuring a lighter and holding the flame up to the tip of the cigarette that’s been vaguely muffling his voice. He takes a drag and blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth, into the air above his upturned face.
“The fuck y’all still watchin’ me for? Look. See it for yourselves.” He says, pointing upwards with his free hand. The camera diligently looks upward, showing the void of the sky peppered with the brightly shining stars scattered throughout.
“I often wonder if people see the same things I see. It don’t seem like it. Am I the delusional one? Am I wrong? Is there somethin’ fundamentally broken up here that I can’t fix?” He asks, tapping an index finger to his temple to emphasise his point.
“There ain’t much in the way of simple answers in life, I don’t reckon. There ain’t a definitively right or wrong way to do things, but everybody and their dog got an opinion, and they’ll happily stand on their fuckin’ altar of self-righteousness and bark it as orders to everyone else about it like they’re the only one on the face of the planet who’s ever been right about somethin’ before, the only who possibly could be.”
“People like to wax lyrical about human insignificance when talkin’ about, but it’s all about perspective. When we look up at those stars, we don’t see a massive body surrounded by planets just like the Sun, we just see a spark, a tiny little shimmer in the blackness. To us, that’s probably all most of ‘em will ever be. Tiny little pinpricks of light in the distance. Ain’t that insignificant? Each one of those tiny little bits of light burns fierce though, even if we don’t see it. Even if on the surface, it ain’t that obvious, those little lights are burning so bright that they’re sustaining our lives from the other side of the universe, we all know it, but it sure don't feel like that, does it?”
“See, it’d be easy for me to underestimate Honey, all rainbows and smiles. To think she’s insignificant, that because I’m some tough-lookin’ rough-talkin’, scarred-up hardcore wrestler, I got this all in the bag, that she couldn’t touch me. But that’s the same mistake everyone makes with her, ain’t it? It might seem like she’s some innocent little pushover, but I actually learned something from being a World Champion. You can’t afford to underestimate or dismiss anyone. Appearances can be deceiving; it’s all about perspective. Just like those stars that look so tiny up there, I think there’s somethin’ much deeper burning somewhere inside Honey that you can't see at face value. I’m not dumb enough to overlook that. I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm confused, but I ain't blind.”
The camera pans back to Josh, but he stays staring at the sky, continuing to smoke his cigarette.
“I hope not, anyways. Look, truth be told I got nothin' punchy to say here, nothin' that ain't a cliche. Nobody gives a shit about my past achievements, and lately, it feels like all I've ever done is fail. I've been stuck in a rut lately and somehow I seem to think that over-analysin' myself's somehow gonna fix that. But I'll get my head right come Charlotte, and when I do, I'mma take every ounce of frustration out on you in that ring, Honey. I'mma hurt you just like I did Jonathan Drake. I'm not failin' again, I've come way too far for that. I refuse. It's as simple as that."
