[.a beginning of a snippet of something that was supposed to be something else.]
"I'm not going to keep on making excuses for you," he hears Freddy say. He hears him, but doesn't move, doesn't even open his eyes. James just lays on the bed with his hands behind his head, listening to the battered walkman he and Freddy share.
"I do it because you don't deserve the shit you're getting." Pause. "Some of it. Not all of it." Freddy says, "But can't you just get your shit together? Can't you just speak up once in a while? I run out of things to say."
"So why say anything at all?" asks James.
A pause, and then: "What a stupid question." And then: fading footsteps and the closing of the door.
"I do it because you don't deserve the shit you're getting." Pause. "Some of it. Not all of it." Freddy says, "But can't you just get your shit together? Can't you just speak up once in a while? I run out of things to say."
"So why say anything at all?" asks James.
A pause, and then: "What a stupid question." And then: fading footsteps and the closing of the door.