Conversation · Composure

As you turn, a bright light catches your eye, making you squint.

Where's it coming from?

From a distant sunset? A stage light? Flash photography? Nowhere in particular? It's just what superstar law-officers do -- they squint at lights. And they solve shit.

Actually, now that I hear superstar and law official in a sentence they sound weird together.

What are you, deaf? They're perfect! Like 'rockstar politician' and 'drug-addict teacher'. Embrace the superstardom you've worked so hard to establish.

You've got the wrong impression. I'm no superstar. I'm trash.

Yeah, a cool trash superstar. Big dick cop down on his luck. Salaam Rocky Bhai. Bad-ass, on the edge disco cop. Time to recede into a ludicrous fantasy world, HERE WE GO! Camera, lights...

No. Fuck you! [Finish thought]

Wait, what's that about a ludicrous fantasy world?

Yeah. You know, beneath it is just heartbreak, a pulmonary tract infection, atherosclerotic disease. This is where you say action and re-conceptualize all that. Re-invent it as the world's first celebrity police officer!

This is the beginning of your legend.

No. I'm too down beat. I won't say those things anymore. [Wave off the thought.]

Fuck it -- ACTION!

With a sudden flash the world freezes around you -- and you along with it. In an iconic monochrome solution, a black silhouette against a rasterized orange world. It's on.

ACTION!

Yeah, that's me -- I've been establishing my superstardom hard lately.

Yeah, you have! You're a big dick cop. Dick Mullen. Salaam Rocky Bhai. Bad-ass, on-the-edge disco cop. Time to recede into a ludicrous fantasy world, HERE WE GO! Camera, lights...

[Discard thought.]

You sure? The light is important. The light is life. And destiny.

"Yes." [Really discard it.]

Cool.

Sooooo cool.