Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2010 12:53:22 GMT -5
What does it mean if you have a dream about a boy with the head of a black cat? That's the kind of dream that Chad had after he drifted to sleep in his hotel room on Sunday night. Normally Chad would travel home immediately following an event to get started on preparation for his next match, but he opted to spend the night in Baltimore following his match against Slickie T. He knew that he wouldn’t be booked on the following Slam, not after the grueling contest that he endured against Slickie, and he didn’t feel like making two long drives in the same day. He needed to rest. That’s when he dreamed about the boy with the head of a black cat. The dream was as vivid and terrifying as it was surreal. That dream is one of many things on Chad’s mind as he cruises down the interstate highway on Monday morning in his Stingray Convertible. Chad’s passenger in the vehicle is Bobby Cairo, the man that he reunited with immediately following his match against Slickie.
Bobby Cairo: It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it? It looks like spring is coming into season.
Chad Evans: I hope it stays this way, but it seems like the nice weather comes and goes. One day it’s sunny and I can walk around in little more than a T-shirt and jeans. The next day I find myself getting bundled up in a winter coat.
Bobby Cairo: I want to thank you for letting me ride back to Hartford with you, Chad. I love Emily with all of my heart, but it’s nice to have some one-on-one time with my best friend.
Chad Evans: Don’t mention it, Bobby. I’m glad that you’re here. Hell, I’m glad that you walked down to the ring last night. That took some courage. If I had snubbed you twice in one night you would have had major egg on your face.
Bobby Cairo: I went out on a limb, Chad. That’s all that any of us can do.
Chad Evans: Emily…she’s the brunette with the really big cans…looks kinda like Katy Perry or maybe Zooey Deschanel?
Bobby Cairo: Katy Perry, Zooey Deschanel, Alexis Bledel…they’re all the same. Yeah, that’s her.
Chad Evans: The woman is a righteous babe. No offense to you, sir.
Bobby Cairo: Oh, none taken. Believe me, I know that she’s got it goin’ on. Even with my busy broadcasting and promotional schedule for WCF, I was plowing her fifteen-to-eighteen times a week.
Chad Evans: That’s lovely. Thank you for sharing. So what happens now? Are you still commentating for WCF?
Bobby Cairo: Nope. I’m out, like poop from the chute.
Chad Evans: So you’re returning to the ring? Hey, that’s great, Bobby!
Bobby Cairo: Not exactly. Not yet anyway. I’ve decided that I’m going to be your manager.
Chad Evans: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m about to pull this car over right now, Bobby!
Bobby Cairo: Don’t get excited, broseph. I know that I didn’t exactly consult with you, as of yet, but we can rectify that right now.
Cairo forms a prism of sorts with his hands as he espouses the scenario that he has in mind.
Bobby Cairo: Let’s look at this from an objective point of view. You, like any grappler, could use some brains and brawn supporting your buttocks, am I right?
Chad Evans: Well…when you put it in those terms it sounds pretty damn appealing.
Bobby Cairo: Relax, Chad. I’m not talking about that bisexual stuff that you’re into. I’m talking about me, Bobby Cairo, former WCF World and Television Champion, watching your back and feeding you advice during your matches.
Chad Evans: That does sound good, but I don’t suppose that you’re offering me your services for free? Best friends or not, a man has to earn a living…especially now that you’ve quit that cushy broadcasting job.
Bobby Cairo: I would only require a small penance for my cost of living expenses.
Chad casts a suspicious glance at his friend.
Chad Evans: How much does your living cost, Bobby?
Bobby Cairo: Not much. I’m not a flashy man. I just focus on the basics. For example, Emily was able to find a nice apartment in West Hartford through a friend of hers. She got a great deal on the rent. We’re living there together and splitting the costs; rent, utilities, food, et cetera. Like I said, it’s not much. We don’t even bother with cable television, and as for the food I’m on a high fiber diet. I eat a lot of bran, oatmeal, potatoes and rice. All of that stuff is cheap. Plus I buy all of my clothes from vintage shops.
Chad Evans: Alright, that sounds manageable. What about your car? Are you still riding that gas guzzler?
Bobby Cairo: Sir, I will thank you not to talk about Tina Machina in those terms! She is a fine American automobile. If Cadillac still made cars like her they wouldn’t be begging Congress for handouts.
Chad Evans: She gets twelve miles to the gallon, Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: When you compare her to similar models she’s competitive. She’s damn competitive, Chad.
Chad Evans: We’ll be carpooling anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
Bobby Cairo: That’s the spirit, champ.
Chad Evans: I’m not the champ. Not yet anyway.
Bobby Cairo: Don’t worry about that, Chad. It’s only a matter of time before you get the belt. The dragon has been unleashed inside of you and that’s a powerful force. Slickie ain’t no joke as champion. The man comes to fight, but he will have to face you again. It’s inevitable. Guess what? He’s only human. He can’t handle the pressure that you bring, again and again. At some point his body will wear down. The will to fight that exists inside of him will subside. Slickie T will cave in. He will be defeated, and you will be the man to do the deed.
Chad Evans: I’m steering with one hand and stroking my chin with the other, Bobby. That’s some deep science that you’re dropping on me. I figured that after last night you might tell me to set my sights a little bit lower and work my way up to a rematch.
Bobby Cairo: Are you kidding me, Chad? You’ve proven that you’re ready for the big stage and the spotlight that comes with it. I’m damn proud of you, Chad. You proved that you’re a warrior, and I’m not talking about the ultimate kind. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, boy.
Chad Evans: I appreciate that, Bobby. I just…I can’t be happy with my performance. I feel the same disappointment that I felt after my match against Torture. I came close to winning but I couldn’t get the job done. There’s a void inside of me and I think it’s affecting my brain.
Bobby Cairo: What do you mean? Are you feeling a little tense? A good blowjob can fix that.
Chad raises an eyebrow.
Chad Evans: Are you offering your services?
Now it’s Bobby’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
Bobby Cairo: No, that wasn’t exactly what I was alluding to. I’m talking about that hot-to-trot girlfriend of yours. What’s her name, Holly?
Chad Evans: Holly is a righteous babe. She gives great head. She knows how to suck the cum right out of a cock.
Bobby Cairo: That might be a little too much information, Chad…
Chad Evans: Unfortunately that’s not the tonic for what ails me. Not this time. I’ve got trouble inside of my mind. I feel like everything that I do is under the microscope. I am bearing the weight of the world upon my shoulders, like the great libertarian icon Atlas. I know that there are people who are scheming against me, grown men and women who want to kill me. They want to kill me…me, Bobby! I’m one of the good guys, and that’s precisely what makes me a target for certain types of people. Dick Cheney has a shotgun blast with my name on it.
Bobby Cairo: Fuck Cheney. The man can is drawing nearer to death’s door with each passing day. Didn’t you hear that he suffered another heart attack last week?
Chad Evans: I did hear that and I hope that it signals that his demise is forthcoming, but I am skeptical. I cannot believe anything that the media tells me. I’m sure that you feel the same way.
Bobby Cairo: I hear what you’re saying, Chad, and I understand it. The media sabotaged my presidential campaign and my love life, and they did everything they could to tarnish my reputation. All I’m saying is that you’re stronger than anyone that I know. You’re strong enough to handle anything that the bastards can throw at you, whether we’re talking media, politicians, cops, judges, or your fellow wrestlers.
Chad Evans: I appreciate your kind words, Bobby. Thank you for supporting me.
Bobby Cairo: You risked everything good in your life to save me, Chad, including your life. I will always be here for you, through thick and thin.
Chad lets out a troubled sigh.
Chad Evans: I haven’t been sleeping well lately.
Bobby Cairo: Even with that beautiful woman snuggled up next to you in bed?
Chad Evans: It has nothing to do with her. Once I fall asleep and my subconscious mind takes over, I enter a different mindset. I become panicked and frenzied. Every negative and paranoid thought that I have becomes magnified. Last night for example, when I didn’t have the benefit of cuddling Holly’s warm and moisturized body, I had a dream about a boy with the head of a black cat. I guess I should call it a nightmare. I was wandering around this old house with people who I think were the film crew from that TV show Paranormal State.
Bobby Cairo: I’ve watched every episode on Hulu. It’s a wonderful show. It’s creepy, but highly entertaining.
Chad Evans: Exactly. So I’m there with the crew and we’re exploring this old house. We get to this one room, it might have been a bedroom, and all of a sudden I hear this hissing sound. It sounded like an old air conditioner or refrigerator in need of a repair. It was a cacophonous sound. I’m searching the room for the source of the sound and to me it sounds like it’s coming from behind a door. I open the door and the noise grows louder. I find that there’s a bathroom behind the door and in that bathroom there is this…this awful looking creature. It had the head of a black cat and the body of a young boy or possibly a midget. It had the tongue of a snake and its hissing grew louder and louder until it turned into this horrible screeching sound.
Bobby Cairo: What happened next?
Chad Evans: I didn’t know what to do. I kind of staggered around the bedroom, struggling to compose myself. The crew members were laughing, not at me, but at the creature. They were mocking it. I felt bad for the creature. In that moment I was no longer scared of him. I felt pity for him. He had an unfortunate affliction and he was being mocked by these callous humans. What’s the point of looking like a monster if you instill laughter instead of fear? I don’t remember what I did next. I think I just…walked out of the room. I walked away from the creature and the cackling hyenas. I walked down the hallway and I walked down the stairs. I bumped into this beautiful brunette girl with just…she had incredibly gorgeous features. Deep blue eyes, perfect little dimples, she was one of these women that you want to bang so hard that you can barely figure how to whip your dick out of your pants. Do you know what I mean?
Bobby Cairo: I’ve been in that situation before, but only when drunk.
Chad Evans: This girl looked like Alexis Bledel, I’m not exaggerating. She was that beautiful. I talked to her and she explained to me that she would be staying with my family in the house. She was vague on the details, but I wasn’t about to ask a lot of questions. You don’t ask questions when a beautiful girl tells you that she’s moving into your house. That’s when it hit me…this old house with the cat creature was my house, or at least my family’s house. Can you appreciate the irony of my predicament?
Bobby Cairo: Of course. On one hand you’re unlucky with cat boy, but then a hot chick falls into your lap.
Chad Evans: Exactly. This chick was bangin’ and I wanted to bang her, but then I find out that she’s one of these pretty white girls with problems.
Bobby Cairo: I hate those chicks.
Chad Evans: Yes! Same here! We’re going for a walk down the sidewalk, me and this girl whose name I don’t know, and it’s a nice sun-shiny day. She’s wearing jeans and whatever, one of those cute stripy shirts that girls wear. I think she had canvas sneakers on, but I don’t remember if I looked at her feet. I could have been naked. I don’t even remember what I was wearing, if anything. Anyway, we’re walking down the sidewalk and she’s acting real shy and withdrawn. She’s walking slowly and not saying much. Eventually we happen upon these young people. There’s a couple of dudes and some chicks or whatever. I don’t really remember the make-up of the group. I think there was a black chick with an afro. My girl walks over to these peeps and she’s chatting with them. I’m just standing there, waiting for her to introduce me. She doesn’t. She ignores me. Her friends, I’m guessing they were her friends, ignore me. I’m thinking to myself, “Fuck this shit!” I take a walk and then she chases after me.
Bobby Cairo: The girl was ignoring you while she was talking to her friends, and then she chases after you when you walk away?
Chad Evans: Yipper. Isn’t that just like a woman? So she explains to me that she’s a white girl with problems and I’m like, “Yeah, baby, I understand that. Do you think that we could maybe drop the lamenting routine and get down and dirty with some of the good stuff?” She slaps me in the face and walks away. I’m like “Fuck this shit!” and I wake up. It’s two o’clock in the morning and I have cold sweat all over my face and body. I was still pretty rattled at that point because of the cat boy.
Bobby Cairo: Cat boys are creepy. I’ve never encountered one, but I’m basing my opinion on your description.
Chad Evans: Weird shit like that happens all the time in my dreams. I have these troublesome, melancholy dreams. I’m not emo.
Bobby Cairo: Lord no. I know that you’re not emo.
Chad Evans: It’s just that I’ve got so much trouble in my mind. I feel like I need to unwind. I want to climb the world’s tallest mountain and scream at the top of my lungs, but I cannot relent in my assault upon WCF. I want that belt, Bobby. I’m coming for World Title gold.
Bobby Cairo: Listen, Chad, why don’t you just relax? Enjoy the drive, listen to some music and just unwind right here and now.
Chad Evans: That’s good advice, Bobby. That’s why you’re going to be a good manager.
Chad searches through the tape deck that sits on the floor of the car.
Bobby Cairo: You’re watching where you’re driving, right?
Chad Evans: Yeah, don’t worry about that. I’ve got eyes all over. Let’s see which tape do I want…ahh, here we go! This pretty little ditty is sure to take my mind off of my troubles.
Chad pops the tape into the eight-track player on the dashboard and cranks up the volume.
“I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
Give me the strength to carry on.
Give me the strength to carry on.
Cuz everything I got is just about gone.
And I…think about it, I think about it, I think about it!
Woaaah! Cuz I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.”
Bobby Cairo: It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it? It looks like spring is coming into season.
Chad Evans: I hope it stays this way, but it seems like the nice weather comes and goes. One day it’s sunny and I can walk around in little more than a T-shirt and jeans. The next day I find myself getting bundled up in a winter coat.
Bobby Cairo: I want to thank you for letting me ride back to Hartford with you, Chad. I love Emily with all of my heart, but it’s nice to have some one-on-one time with my best friend.
Chad Evans: Don’t mention it, Bobby. I’m glad that you’re here. Hell, I’m glad that you walked down to the ring last night. That took some courage. If I had snubbed you twice in one night you would have had major egg on your face.
Bobby Cairo: I went out on a limb, Chad. That’s all that any of us can do.
Chad Evans: Emily…she’s the brunette with the really big cans…looks kinda like Katy Perry or maybe Zooey Deschanel?
Bobby Cairo: Katy Perry, Zooey Deschanel, Alexis Bledel…they’re all the same. Yeah, that’s her.
Chad Evans: The woman is a righteous babe. No offense to you, sir.
Bobby Cairo: Oh, none taken. Believe me, I know that she’s got it goin’ on. Even with my busy broadcasting and promotional schedule for WCF, I was plowing her fifteen-to-eighteen times a week.
Chad Evans: That’s lovely. Thank you for sharing. So what happens now? Are you still commentating for WCF?
Bobby Cairo: Nope. I’m out, like poop from the chute.
Chad Evans: So you’re returning to the ring? Hey, that’s great, Bobby!
Bobby Cairo: Not exactly. Not yet anyway. I’ve decided that I’m going to be your manager.
Chad Evans: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m about to pull this car over right now, Bobby!
Bobby Cairo: Don’t get excited, broseph. I know that I didn’t exactly consult with you, as of yet, but we can rectify that right now.
Cairo forms a prism of sorts with his hands as he espouses the scenario that he has in mind.
Bobby Cairo: Let’s look at this from an objective point of view. You, like any grappler, could use some brains and brawn supporting your buttocks, am I right?
Chad Evans: Well…when you put it in those terms it sounds pretty damn appealing.
Bobby Cairo: Relax, Chad. I’m not talking about that bisexual stuff that you’re into. I’m talking about me, Bobby Cairo, former WCF World and Television Champion, watching your back and feeding you advice during your matches.
Chad Evans: That does sound good, but I don’t suppose that you’re offering me your services for free? Best friends or not, a man has to earn a living…especially now that you’ve quit that cushy broadcasting job.
Bobby Cairo: I would only require a small penance for my cost of living expenses.
Chad casts a suspicious glance at his friend.
Chad Evans: How much does your living cost, Bobby?
Bobby Cairo: Not much. I’m not a flashy man. I just focus on the basics. For example, Emily was able to find a nice apartment in West Hartford through a friend of hers. She got a great deal on the rent. We’re living there together and splitting the costs; rent, utilities, food, et cetera. Like I said, it’s not much. We don’t even bother with cable television, and as for the food I’m on a high fiber diet. I eat a lot of bran, oatmeal, potatoes and rice. All of that stuff is cheap. Plus I buy all of my clothes from vintage shops.
Chad Evans: Alright, that sounds manageable. What about your car? Are you still riding that gas guzzler?
Bobby Cairo: Sir, I will thank you not to talk about Tina Machina in those terms! She is a fine American automobile. If Cadillac still made cars like her they wouldn’t be begging Congress for handouts.
Chad Evans: She gets twelve miles to the gallon, Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: When you compare her to similar models she’s competitive. She’s damn competitive, Chad.
Chad Evans: We’ll be carpooling anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
Bobby Cairo: That’s the spirit, champ.
Chad Evans: I’m not the champ. Not yet anyway.
Bobby Cairo: Don’t worry about that, Chad. It’s only a matter of time before you get the belt. The dragon has been unleashed inside of you and that’s a powerful force. Slickie ain’t no joke as champion. The man comes to fight, but he will have to face you again. It’s inevitable. Guess what? He’s only human. He can’t handle the pressure that you bring, again and again. At some point his body will wear down. The will to fight that exists inside of him will subside. Slickie T will cave in. He will be defeated, and you will be the man to do the deed.
Chad Evans: I’m steering with one hand and stroking my chin with the other, Bobby. That’s some deep science that you’re dropping on me. I figured that after last night you might tell me to set my sights a little bit lower and work my way up to a rematch.
Bobby Cairo: Are you kidding me, Chad? You’ve proven that you’re ready for the big stage and the spotlight that comes with it. I’m damn proud of you, Chad. You proved that you’re a warrior, and I’m not talking about the ultimate kind. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, boy.
Chad Evans: I appreciate that, Bobby. I just…I can’t be happy with my performance. I feel the same disappointment that I felt after my match against Torture. I came close to winning but I couldn’t get the job done. There’s a void inside of me and I think it’s affecting my brain.
Bobby Cairo: What do you mean? Are you feeling a little tense? A good blowjob can fix that.
Chad raises an eyebrow.
Chad Evans: Are you offering your services?
Now it’s Bobby’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
Bobby Cairo: No, that wasn’t exactly what I was alluding to. I’m talking about that hot-to-trot girlfriend of yours. What’s her name, Holly?
Chad Evans: Holly is a righteous babe. She gives great head. She knows how to suck the cum right out of a cock.
Bobby Cairo: That might be a little too much information, Chad…
Chad Evans: Unfortunately that’s not the tonic for what ails me. Not this time. I’ve got trouble inside of my mind. I feel like everything that I do is under the microscope. I am bearing the weight of the world upon my shoulders, like the great libertarian icon Atlas. I know that there are people who are scheming against me, grown men and women who want to kill me. They want to kill me…me, Bobby! I’m one of the good guys, and that’s precisely what makes me a target for certain types of people. Dick Cheney has a shotgun blast with my name on it.
Bobby Cairo: Fuck Cheney. The man can is drawing nearer to death’s door with each passing day. Didn’t you hear that he suffered another heart attack last week?
Chad Evans: I did hear that and I hope that it signals that his demise is forthcoming, but I am skeptical. I cannot believe anything that the media tells me. I’m sure that you feel the same way.
Bobby Cairo: I hear what you’re saying, Chad, and I understand it. The media sabotaged my presidential campaign and my love life, and they did everything they could to tarnish my reputation. All I’m saying is that you’re stronger than anyone that I know. You’re strong enough to handle anything that the bastards can throw at you, whether we’re talking media, politicians, cops, judges, or your fellow wrestlers.
Chad Evans: I appreciate your kind words, Bobby. Thank you for supporting me.
Bobby Cairo: You risked everything good in your life to save me, Chad, including your life. I will always be here for you, through thick and thin.
Chad lets out a troubled sigh.
Chad Evans: I haven’t been sleeping well lately.
Bobby Cairo: Even with that beautiful woman snuggled up next to you in bed?
Chad Evans: It has nothing to do with her. Once I fall asleep and my subconscious mind takes over, I enter a different mindset. I become panicked and frenzied. Every negative and paranoid thought that I have becomes magnified. Last night for example, when I didn’t have the benefit of cuddling Holly’s warm and moisturized body, I had a dream about a boy with the head of a black cat. I guess I should call it a nightmare. I was wandering around this old house with people who I think were the film crew from that TV show Paranormal State.
Bobby Cairo: I’ve watched every episode on Hulu. It’s a wonderful show. It’s creepy, but highly entertaining.
Chad Evans: Exactly. So I’m there with the crew and we’re exploring this old house. We get to this one room, it might have been a bedroom, and all of a sudden I hear this hissing sound. It sounded like an old air conditioner or refrigerator in need of a repair. It was a cacophonous sound. I’m searching the room for the source of the sound and to me it sounds like it’s coming from behind a door. I open the door and the noise grows louder. I find that there’s a bathroom behind the door and in that bathroom there is this…this awful looking creature. It had the head of a black cat and the body of a young boy or possibly a midget. It had the tongue of a snake and its hissing grew louder and louder until it turned into this horrible screeching sound.
Bobby Cairo: What happened next?
Chad Evans: I didn’t know what to do. I kind of staggered around the bedroom, struggling to compose myself. The crew members were laughing, not at me, but at the creature. They were mocking it. I felt bad for the creature. In that moment I was no longer scared of him. I felt pity for him. He had an unfortunate affliction and he was being mocked by these callous humans. What’s the point of looking like a monster if you instill laughter instead of fear? I don’t remember what I did next. I think I just…walked out of the room. I walked away from the creature and the cackling hyenas. I walked down the hallway and I walked down the stairs. I bumped into this beautiful brunette girl with just…she had incredibly gorgeous features. Deep blue eyes, perfect little dimples, she was one of these women that you want to bang so hard that you can barely figure how to whip your dick out of your pants. Do you know what I mean?
Bobby Cairo: I’ve been in that situation before, but only when drunk.
Chad Evans: This girl looked like Alexis Bledel, I’m not exaggerating. She was that beautiful. I talked to her and she explained to me that she would be staying with my family in the house. She was vague on the details, but I wasn’t about to ask a lot of questions. You don’t ask questions when a beautiful girl tells you that she’s moving into your house. That’s when it hit me…this old house with the cat creature was my house, or at least my family’s house. Can you appreciate the irony of my predicament?
Bobby Cairo: Of course. On one hand you’re unlucky with cat boy, but then a hot chick falls into your lap.
Chad Evans: Exactly. This chick was bangin’ and I wanted to bang her, but then I find out that she’s one of these pretty white girls with problems.
Bobby Cairo: I hate those chicks.
Chad Evans: Yes! Same here! We’re going for a walk down the sidewalk, me and this girl whose name I don’t know, and it’s a nice sun-shiny day. She’s wearing jeans and whatever, one of those cute stripy shirts that girls wear. I think she had canvas sneakers on, but I don’t remember if I looked at her feet. I could have been naked. I don’t even remember what I was wearing, if anything. Anyway, we’re walking down the sidewalk and she’s acting real shy and withdrawn. She’s walking slowly and not saying much. Eventually we happen upon these young people. There’s a couple of dudes and some chicks or whatever. I don’t really remember the make-up of the group. I think there was a black chick with an afro. My girl walks over to these peeps and she’s chatting with them. I’m just standing there, waiting for her to introduce me. She doesn’t. She ignores me. Her friends, I’m guessing they were her friends, ignore me. I’m thinking to myself, “Fuck this shit!” I take a walk and then she chases after me.
Bobby Cairo: The girl was ignoring you while she was talking to her friends, and then she chases after you when you walk away?
Chad Evans: Yipper. Isn’t that just like a woman? So she explains to me that she’s a white girl with problems and I’m like, “Yeah, baby, I understand that. Do you think that we could maybe drop the lamenting routine and get down and dirty with some of the good stuff?” She slaps me in the face and walks away. I’m like “Fuck this shit!” and I wake up. It’s two o’clock in the morning and I have cold sweat all over my face and body. I was still pretty rattled at that point because of the cat boy.
Bobby Cairo: Cat boys are creepy. I’ve never encountered one, but I’m basing my opinion on your description.
Chad Evans: Weird shit like that happens all the time in my dreams. I have these troublesome, melancholy dreams. I’m not emo.
Bobby Cairo: Lord no. I know that you’re not emo.
Chad Evans: It’s just that I’ve got so much trouble in my mind. I feel like I need to unwind. I want to climb the world’s tallest mountain and scream at the top of my lungs, but I cannot relent in my assault upon WCF. I want that belt, Bobby. I’m coming for World Title gold.
Bobby Cairo: Listen, Chad, why don’t you just relax? Enjoy the drive, listen to some music and just unwind right here and now.
Chad Evans: That’s good advice, Bobby. That’s why you’re going to be a good manager.
Chad searches through the tape deck that sits on the floor of the car.
Bobby Cairo: You’re watching where you’re driving, right?
Chad Evans: Yeah, don’t worry about that. I’ve got eyes all over. Let’s see which tape do I want…ahh, here we go! This pretty little ditty is sure to take my mind off of my troubles.
Chad pops the tape into the eight-track player on the dashboard and cranks up the volume.
“I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.
Give me the strength to carry on.
Give me the strength to carry on.
Cuz everything I got is just about gone.
And I…think about it, I think about it, I think about it!
Woaaah! Cuz I’ve got so much trouble in my mind.”
