Why the fuck did you choose a boat?
Did you forget your terrified of water?
So the plan, if I recall, is to smoke a bunch of
changer and DMT to travel to another dimension so you can meet some being who's going to
give you the key to your writer's block.
What's about it?
All while sitting on top of your greatest fear.
What the hell's that?
You ever heard of Pirate?
You have the Caribbean, not the fucking estuary.
Where did you get this plan?
Internet.
Already?
My agent told me that I had to have that manuscript in by Friday.
It's Monday, so you tell me.
Yeah, I know what I said, just take it easy on that shit.
So there's the Broom Reaper getting this time?
I mean, he has to, right?
It's a final book.
Come on, Charles, you can tell me.
Jesus, take it easy on that shit.
I'm not sure I'm coming back here, dude, I'm still high.
What was that?
Someone's at the door, Charles.
This is a changer man.
There it is again.
Someone's at the door.
I'll go and look.
I'll go and look.
It's nothing, wasn't there a pain on that wall?
Did you hear that?
You have to let me go, Charlie.
What the fuck was that?
Can you see him?
Of course.
What the fuck is going on?
He wants to talk to you, Charles.
It's only water, Charles.
Charles!
Charles!
Get back here!
I'll throw your stash in the creek.
Use your key, Charles.
Charles, he's back.
What the fuck is going on here?
Stop running, Charlie.
He must find Beast, or both of us.
You have to let me go, Charlie.
Don't touch that.
I need that.
No, no, you don't, Charles.
Put it back on the bench now.
Say, put it back on the bench now.
You can't kill me, Charles.
You can't kill me, Charles.
You can't kill me, Charles.
You can't kill me, Charles.
You can't kill me, Charles.
You can't kill me, Charles.
It was too strong, it was too strong, Max.
Do you get it?
Fucking get out there.
It was too strong, Max.
Not if you were sober, Charlie.
It's not the burning, Charlie, it's the burning.
I could be human, but I could be her friend.
But if you want me human, I'd come with some deep breath.
You said it's cool, no, but it isn't fine.
But I am not her, no, and you are not mine.
Push me, oh, you, push me, oh, you, she said.
Let me go.
I'm sorry, Max.
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't.
Imagine a man whose face you've never seen, whose voice you've never heard, smell of his
breath, never changes, you know his there with the hairs on the back of your neck stand
up.
First day, he pushes the tiniest of pins into your brain stem, stings it, makes you feel
uncomfortable, it's a bit, it's a bit horrible.
He leaves.
When he comes back the next day, he takes out that tiny little pin, you'll need to replace
it with a slightly bigger one.
And it repeats every single day.
He's visited me for 35 years.
I don't know if I can live without the comfort of those daily visits, Max.
I love you, Max.
I love you.
