3. I SEND MY CONDOLENCES (Skit)

[Inner Monologue: Zack]
*sigh* I guess that went alright...
Okay, where is it, I'll just check my phone and- oh, here okay

[Store Clerk:]
Hey buddy, how are ya?

[Zack:]
Hey man I'm doing good, how about you?

[Store Clerk:]
Ahh, can't complain

[Zack:]
Good man. Uhh... I'm looking for Pacific Vapor in a 9 if you got it

[Store Clerk:]
Of course, I'll get the, uh, usual for ya

[Zack:]
Cool, cool, thank you

[Store Clerk:]
Is that all?

[Zack:]
Yeah-yeah, that'll be it for me

[Store Clerk:]
Okay... Debit or Credit?

[Zack:]
Uhm, lets... Throw it on the debit card

[Store Clerk:]
Alright... Whenever you're ready

[Zack:]
Thank you man. Busy day, huh? Haha...

[Store Clerk:]
Hmm... Insufficient funds. Do you have another way of- of paying?

[Zack:]
Uh... No I

[Fan:]
No fucking way yo

[Zack:]
Aw shit...

[Fan:]
Aw shit, Zack fucking Redman, man, I haven't seen you since fuckin' high-school

[Zack:]
Yeah man. It's been a while man

[Fan:]
Fuck, man. Last time I talked to you, you was like rapping and shit. I heard you went on tour, I followed that shit on YouTube and shit man. Fuck, what're you doin' in here? I thought you out being like "HollyWood" or something man what the fuck are you doing?

[Zack:]
I don't know man, I did my thing, I took some time...

[Fan:]
Pfft, yeah man, fuckin', you must be like rolling in the dough right now, aren't you?

[Zack:]
Yeah I wish man, fuck

[Fan:]
Shut up man. Aw, man, you just can't- you can't hang out with us low-life's anymore, man, fuck. I mean what the fuck? I was expecting a call or somethin', like man, come-on...

[Zack:]
Yeah man, I have- I've just been working and y-

[Fan:]
You know what?, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool. Are you, uhh, buying something here?

[Zack:]
Yeah... I was gonna buy some juice but I forgot I had some in my car so... I actually gotta get going so-

[Fan & Zack:]
Aww shit, alright man. Well you know what? It was good seeing you *yeah yeah*, I look forward to hearing your new shit man *thank you*, fuckin' you know that-that fuckin' "Get The Fuck Up and jump to this" or however that song goes, *yeah yeah yeah* I don't remember but that High School Shit! I remember that, High School Shit, shit I remember being in high-school with you. Damn man. Alright well you take care of yourself alright? *thanks you too*. Aight cool man, take care
(Fucking Zack Redman god damn mother fucker)

[Zack:]
*laughing* haha fuck... *sigh* ah shit...

[Conscience:]
Why didn't you tell him we're doing better?

[Zack:]
What? wha-

[Conscience:]
Why the fuck didn't you tell him we were out there making hits, man?

[Zack:]
Cause, you know, like, I did that for a bit but it, but, y'know it wasn't working...

[Conscience:]
Shut the fuck up, don't you feel embarrassed every time you talk to people and tell them you didn't go anywhere?

[Zack:]
Man, shut the fuck up, don't you think I deal with this-

[Conscience:]
You made all these promises telling people "Oh yeah, I'm gonna see you guys later, what happens when I gotta leave?". What the fuck man?!

[Zack:]
I mean I tried that, it didn't work. Like, uh, I just do it for fun now-

[Conscience:]
Don't you hate being poor?

[Zack:]
Yeah but...

[Conscience:]
Don't you hate not being able to afford shit?

[Zack:]
Yes, I do, okay? But like it- fuck you laughing at?

[Conscience:]
Keep telling yourself that, keep telling yourself that

[Zack:]
Fuck you man, like, I'm tryna-

[Conscience:]
What happened to that million dollars you were gonna make?

[Zack:]
One day, like if-

[Conscience:]
Huh?

[Zack:]
Like if it-

[Conscience:]
Don't you want to make everybody proud?

[Zack:]
Yeah, but like you don't have to-

[Conscience:]
Don't you want to make everyone feel like you're doing better than them, that you're better than them, that everything you did for 'em paid off?

[Zack:]
Yeah but y'know like, it was never about the fame, y'know, I just wanted to do this for-

[Conscience:]
Shit was never about the fame, shut the fuck up it was never about the fame... man...

[Zack:]
It wasn't. It was for me, it was like a coping mechanism-

[Conscience:]
Don't you want a million dollars?

[Zack:]
I mean, yeah? But like, man, shut the fuck, like fuck off man, like you getting up in my head and shit

[Conscience & Zack:]
I mean yeah, I wouldn't mind a million dollars. Who wouldn't mind a million dollars? Fuck, man. It'd be easy to pay for bills and shit, and, I dunno, maybe if I made a song or two just for the money, y'know like. Sold out, you know, got some sponsor deals, I dunno, fuck

I just gotta keep telling myself this one thing: