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    DRIVE

    Posted by Brightman on February 19, 2008, 5:02 pm
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    [[John Brightman is on his simple plan. Paying Martika some money for driving lessons. They get along.]]

    John Brightman: Martika, I was thinking, you should put the name BRIGHTMAN on your window shield.

    Martika: First, you buy the car. Then you concern yourself with changing the logo name. ...Right?

    John Brightman:..Yeah your right. So, all I need to know is how to reverse drive, and park the vehicle.

    Martika: Right. Tell me, why do you always come here?

    John Brightman: I don't know. I had a purpose but I forgot my reason. I do know I have a purpose.

    I don't know, like, when I was younger, I was much cooler then now. I am one of those people who at the young stages of life, start out looking sharp, but as years pass, it all fades away.

    Martika: But you still have something that you didn't have before. Strength. Am I right?

    John Brightman: Yes. That is true. My strength makes allot of people wonder about how good they are, athletic wise. A kin motivation with the sole intention to just say, I am just as good. And why is that?-Because my strength has put that wonder, on so many sports athletes.

    Martika: Good. I believe you. I saw you at Fort Point, I saw you bench pressing 315 pounds. Again and again. I think at some point somebody has to stop and say, hey, thats 315.

    John Brightman: Yeah. Excatly that. I like sports athletes, I like that they are up and up. Gangster stuff and rap, thats garbage. Their strength is drugs, addictions on drugged-victims, and then the riff-raffs, try and draw the world as if talking shit, takes allot more dare, then been on the silent end. They think been silent is a sign of weakness.

    But the truth is, their future is so hopeless, they live like their is no tommorow. You see, thats just it. I have a future. They don't...

    Martika: Right. And you will fight. I'm sure.

    John Brightman: Oh my god, Martika, I will LOVE, I will love to fight, oh my God...I just don't want to get arrested. If I keep saying that, I think I am giving away too much. Because now everyone knows what holds me back. But they won't act like if something is holding me back, no, instead, everyone will act as if I am afraid. The people are nothing but instigiters, and they hate me because I play it like if I am above their opinion. And thats the way you have to treat them. Act like you are above the people.

    Martika: Right. I understand.

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