Jaime sits at a table next to a Golden Tee golf machine in a half-empty bar. He sips his soda and checks his watch.
WAITRESS: Ready to order, Hon?
JAIME: No, still waiting on one.
WAITRESS: Okay, just holler when you’re ready.
JAIME: Can you switch his with a fresh drink, please.
WAITRESS: Sure, Diet, right?
JAIME: Thank you.
She takes the watered-down drink back to replace it with a fresh one. A tall man in a white shirt and tie walks up to the table.
MAN 6: What’s up, bro. Sorry I’m late. Stupid fucking meetings all morning.
JAIME: That’s alright, no big deal. Just glad you’re here, Jer.
Jeremy walks over to the machine and puts in a few dollar bills.
JEREMY: Ready to play?
JAIME: You go ahead, I’m not terribly in the…
JEREMY: Didn’t get me a drink? What’s up with that?
Jeremy continues with the game.
JAIME: She’s bringing it now.
The waitress returns.
WAITRESS: Here’s the Diet. You guys ready?
JEREMY: Just bring out two dozen hot wings.
JAIME: I’ll have the turkey club.
The waitress walks off.
JEREMY: Goin’ soft, huh.
JAIME: You know I can’t eat that stuff.
JEREMY: Bullshit, you’re just pussin’ out.
JAIME: My ileum would beg to differ with you.
Jeremy continues with the game.
JEREMY: Holy shit that was a great shot! Take a look at this.
Jaime remains seated, unamused. He rips open a wet nap and wipes down the table.
JAIME: How’s work?
JEREMY: I think they’re gonna make me a partner soon.
JAIME: That’s great. Nobody’s worked harder for it.
JEREMY: OH! Damn machine! Fucking sand!
Jeremy slaps the side of the machine.
JAIME: (to self) Congratulations.
JEREMY: So are you really going to kill yourself or what?
JAIME: Yes. That’s the plan.
JEREMY: We both know you don’t have the balls to do it.
JAIME: C’mon, Jeremy, don’t say something that you’re gonna regret.
Jeremy turns from the machine and takes a drink.
JEREMY: I always mean what I say.
JAIME: No, you always say something that’s mean.
JEREMY: Hey, Big Brother is done protecting you.
JAIME: Yeah, you were a pioneer in that department…sorry. I don’t want this to go badly.
Jeremy looks at his watch and takes another drink.
JEREMY: I got to get going, can we finish this some other time?
Jeremy slaps Jaime on the back and walks away.
JAIME: Jeremy.
JEREMY: What? I got to go, man.
JAIME: You know that I’m serious, right?
JEREMY: About what?
JAIME: On October first, I’ll be dead.
Jeremy looks at him and smirks.
JEREMY: Only a pussy would kill himself, Bro.
He walks away. The waitress approaches from the other side with the food.
WAITRESS: Here you go, Hon.
She sets the wings in front of Jaime and the sandwich away from him.
JAIME: Can you just give the wings to someone, complimentary and box the sandwich, please?
WAITRESS: Something wrong with them?
JAIME: No, I just want the check please.
I am following this and find it quite compelling for some reason….
Thanks Thomas, stick with it and let me know what you think.