Post by bohannon on Oct 18, 2016 20:22:47 GMT -5
[Bohannon is sitting on his back porch on a beautiful indian summer night. The sun is going down. Banjo music can be heard, and Bohannon is the one making it. Who knew he could play? Dueling banjos perhaps?]
Bohannon: “Ok, I guess I deserved that. I didn't give you the attention you deserved, so you subjected me to the hillbilly history of Reapertown,Arkansas.”
Bohannon picks a little more on the strings.
Bohannon: “Maybe I should feel bad for you. Maybe I should understand you. Maybe your dad raping your sister excuses your behavior. Maybe caving in your dad's skull was a trauma from which no child could recover.”
[Bohannon shrugs and sets the banjo down for a moment.]
Bohannon: “Or maybe you just use it as an excuse to hate the world. And maybe, just maybe, you are just simply scared. 12 step groups talk about the root of addiction being fear. Anger is a product of fear. People lash out because they are afraid. What are you afraid of, Reaper? Are you afraid of the boogyman? Are you so afraid of the boogyman that you have tried to become him? Trying despearately to get control...the control that you never had as a child? That must have been hard, being a little boy, powerless to stop your father from beating the shit out of your mom. Just a child, powerless to stop your dad from molesting your sister. The feeling of never being good enough. The fear of being a failure. Is that why you hide behind a mask?”
[Bohannon shrugs again, and picks up the banjo once more.]
Bohannon: “Reaper, I'm not your shrink. I'm not here to help you make peace with your inner child. I'm here to kick your ass. My daddy didn't beat me. He didn't beat my mother. He was a good and honorable man...and he taught me to be one, too. He was also a wrestler...and he taught me that as well. So bring your demons, your ghosts of the past and your inner child, and I'm going to outwrestle all of you. That's what I do. I'll see you real soon.”
[Bohannon picks a new tune...Dixieland.]
Bohannon: “Ok, I guess I deserved that. I didn't give you the attention you deserved, so you subjected me to the hillbilly history of Reapertown,Arkansas.”
Bohannon picks a little more on the strings.
Bohannon: “Maybe I should feel bad for you. Maybe I should understand you. Maybe your dad raping your sister excuses your behavior. Maybe caving in your dad's skull was a trauma from which no child could recover.”
[Bohannon shrugs and sets the banjo down for a moment.]
Bohannon: “Or maybe you just use it as an excuse to hate the world. And maybe, just maybe, you are just simply scared. 12 step groups talk about the root of addiction being fear. Anger is a product of fear. People lash out because they are afraid. What are you afraid of, Reaper? Are you afraid of the boogyman? Are you so afraid of the boogyman that you have tried to become him? Trying despearately to get control...the control that you never had as a child? That must have been hard, being a little boy, powerless to stop your father from beating the shit out of your mom. Just a child, powerless to stop your dad from molesting your sister. The feeling of never being good enough. The fear of being a failure. Is that why you hide behind a mask?”
[Bohannon shrugs again, and picks up the banjo once more.]
Bohannon: “Reaper, I'm not your shrink. I'm not here to help you make peace with your inner child. I'm here to kick your ass. My daddy didn't beat me. He didn't beat my mother. He was a good and honorable man...and he taught me to be one, too. He was also a wrestler...and he taught me that as well. So bring your demons, your ghosts of the past and your inner child, and I'm going to outwrestle all of you. That's what I do. I'll see you real soon.”
[Bohannon picks a new tune...Dixieland.]