I don’t have to tell my fellow travelers this, but no matter how many cool-hip friends you meet on the road, every traveling-dude needs someone special. Paint me a romantic or Color Me Badd, but I needed to find me some hot-sexy-sweet-sweat-$exy-hawt romance before I blew my fuggin’ head off. So I took matters into my own plans, and I went to the most romantic place on Earth: Casablanca.
But right as I walked in, it seemed as if I had been transported to the past, and it had finally caught up with me. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns in all the world… I walked into theirs. The people who left me, left me for dead. I remembered what happened that day. We were blissful, happy, and I loved them.
But then one day, everything changed. The Gestapo came in and we made plans to catch the subway and leave town.
I trusted them. I loved them. But when I showed up, they were nowhere to be found. The only sign that they ever existed was a note and the hole in my heart. A note stained with my emotions and the hole ever burgeoning as a result of a genetic disorder.
But alas, fate and my heart brought us back together. I could not stay away. Who am I to fight a greater ethereal power? I’m not a pious man, but that doesn’t mean I’m made of stone, see? Plus I could tell they needed me more than ever, and I intended on using that to my advantage.
Well looky-looky, I got Hooky. I had these sons of bitches right in the palm of clammy hands. They were looking for Visas and a way to get back to America. And I was the only man in town who could help.
But I’m not fighting for anything anymore, except for myself. I’m the only cause I’m interested in. A lone wolf. A man who just needs two things, a stiff drink and the silence of the African moon at the midnight hour.
I wasn’t believing what they told me, they’d have said anything to get what they wanted. There was so much at stake but all I could think of were my own feelings. And now I would take my revenge on the rest of the world.
I was their last hope and I had them by their testicles.
My heart had gone cold a long time ago. I had become a man who was trying to convince himself of something he didn’t believe in his heart. Each of us has a destiny, for good, or for evil. I was trying to escape from myself, but even I knew, I would never succeed.
I didn’t see why they wanted to leave, I was gonna die in Casablanca, and I thought it a pretty good spot for it.
He begged me to let them go, if not him, then to let her escape, to a better life, to a better restaurant.
I guess somewhere in my heart there’s a sentimentalist lurking, but don’t tell anybody. I have a reputation to keep.
After this, it might be a good idea for me to disappear from Casablanca for a while. But who knows? Something tells me this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU, SLUTZZZ.