Purgatory?

(Adult content below)

Apparently Jack may have been promising lies were truth to dead women in Purgatory. And part of how he did that was through the love Joe, his brother, and Lacey shared. For decades among the living.

But when Pat Wilson died Joe lost his ability to lie as easily. And…Lem finally broke free.

And so this morning as Lem saw Lacey undressed…in his bedroom…his reaction of shock and intense arousal possibly caused a time shift.

Half Life by Sneaker Pimps plays.

A woman screams. Another woman screams. And Jack runs…

Time shifts twirling space in twists.

“And the song plays on.” says an ancient Egyptian.

A month ago (?) Lacey woke up at 4 am and saw a buff, curly haired Jewish man in bed next to her. Assuming it was her ex-husband she was not alarmed. He was fast asleep. His back was turned away from her.

A few hours later…she woke up next to her ex-husband. He was fully dressed.

“Did you have your shirt on all night?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” Lacey’s ex-husband said, very confused and sleepy.

“All night?!” asked Lacey.

“Yeah.” he said, still confused.

“Huh. Okay. That’s interesting.” said Lacey, sweetly, sleepily and also confused.

Low Five by Sneaker Pimps plays.

This morning she woke-up…walked into the upstairs bathroom…and saw her sons clothes on the floor. But she distinctly recalls picking up all the clothes the night before after everyone went to sleep. What’s more…they didn’t look like the clothes she recalls him wearing the day before.

…Sometimes…in the last few years…she feels like she’s jumped from Tuesday nights to Thursday nights.

“No. Tomorrow is Friday!” her ex-husband has said, confused.

“It was me or Al Franken.” says Harold Loeb.

And so…as Lem’s actual orientation…is revealed…it’s disturbing to watch the crumbling infrastructure that has been built on the lies. Just one man’s sexual desires? Why should that matter so damn much?

“Because Jack is seen as the epitome of a virile, straight male?” asks Pamela Anderson who’s beauty is actually in the same vein as Lacey’s.

And yet…it’s difficult to imagine Pamela Anderson with Jack. With Lem? Yes. Except Tommy Lee…was a rocker. But…it’s there. He’s far more Lem than Jack.

And…when we think of Pamela Anderson with Jack…it seems…weird. Lem might have had a crush on her…had he been a Gen. Xer. But Lem loves Lacey… She’s his ideal.

“So Lacey looks like Pamela Anderson?” asks Lem. “Yes! The petite, old money, possibly Greatest Generation version of her. They’re different. But…surprisingly similar.”

“And that’s your type?” asks a Boomer.

“Yes!!” says Lem.

“You were a dork though?” says a Boomer.

“So was I.” says Harold Loeb. “But we bang hot chicks. Well. You’d be surprised.”

“Not all dorks are like that.” says Chris Hayes. “Even when they’re tall.”

“No! You’re right.” says Mr. Blue.

“About what?” asks Chris Hayes.

“You’re a liar.” says Mr. Blue.

Half Life plays.

“I’m a liar?!?” scoffs Chris Hayes. “You are!”

“No. I tell the truth. …You’re a liar!” says Mr. Blue.

“Ernest Hemingway lied.” says Zelda. “Brett Ashley was hot for Robert Cohn. She used him for sex. He was just too sweet and loving to realize it. She conned him!”

“And she emasculated him too!” says Harold Loeb. “Within the next decade the Holocaust started.”

“All superior and Jewish!” says Zelda sarcastically.

“And we…are in that same vein!” says Michael Rockefeller. “Ryan Phillippe’s performance in Cruel Intentions was our only chance at truth.”

“Al Franken was short. And a clown, regardless.” says Louis.

“They committed a subtle, mostly undetectable genocide?” says JD Rockefeller. “And we are reversing it.”

“Did I have something to do with that?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Yes! You pretend to be me.” says Lem.

“I think Chris Hayes pretends to be you!” says Mr. Blue.

“No. He is openly married to a butch looking, slightly homely woman.” says Lem. “You pretend to be hot and capable of screwing anyone.”

“Her ears and chin are manly. True.” says Scott.

“Well. Maybe that’s just who Chris Hayes is.” says Mr. Blue.

“And that’s not who you are?” asks JFK.

“No!! I’m such a badass!” says Mr. Blue.

“Really?! Go on.” says JFK.

“I screw hot fans on the regular.” says Mr. Blue.

“So did I!” says JFK.

“So we have a lot in common!” says Mr. Blue.

“Yeah. You think Marilyn Monroe is hot?!” asks JFK.

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons plays.

“I fucked her!!” says JFK to Mr. Blue.

“So did I!!” says Bobby Kennedy Sr..

“Gee. I wish I could.” says Mr. Blue.

“Yeah. She was swell!” says JFK.

Mr. Blue laughs. “What did you do to her?”

They think.

“We-We…put our dicks in her vagina!” says Bobby.

Mr. Blue looks bored. “Huh. That’s cool.”

“Yeah. So…are you friends with Chris Hayes?” ask Red Fay.

“Yeah! I’m on good terms with him.” says Mr. Blue.

“What’s he look like in person?” asks Bobby.

“Not as good looking.” says Mr. Blue.

“Gee. That’s sad.” says Bobby.

“Yeah. Say…what we liked about Marilyn was her tits.” says JFK.

“Yeah! They were huge!” says Bobby.

“Yeah! Not as big as Pamela Anderson’s.” says Mr. Blue.

“Yeah right!” says Bobby.

“No! They were far bigger.” says Mr. Blue.

“No fooling?!” says JFK.

“No. They were bigger.” says Mr. Blue.

They all stare at each other in growing irritation.

“Let me see!” says Bobby.

They compare the size of the women’s breasts in photos.

“See!!” says Mr. Blue in triumph.

“But…they’re not natural!” objects Red Fay.

“What’s wrong Bobby?” asks Mr. Blue.

“I just feel bad!” says Bobby.

“Why?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Because they’re so hot. Ethel’s not that hot.”says Bobby.

“Yeah! And you REALLY banged her hard! She died!” says Red Fay.

“Of SUICIDE!” says JFK proudly in awe.

“Yeah. Well…Ethel is hotter. So she had to die.” says Bobby.

“No. You just said…Ethel wasn’t hot!” says JFK.

Bobby looks upset.

“Why are you leaving?” asks Red Fay of Bobby.

“I feel…weird.” says Bobby.

“Like…how?” asks JFK.

“Like…weird. I think it’s from looking at these women.” says Bobby.

“That’s…not normal.” says JFK. “Maybe you’re just tense?”

“Whenever I get tense I take drugs.” says Mr. Blue.

“I used to have Lem suck my cock.” says JFK. He shrugs.

“There are times I’ve screwed women.” says Red Fay.

“When you were feeling tense?” asks JFK, slightly repulsed.

“Yeah.” Red Fay shrugs. “Why not?!”

“Because it’s tension.” says JFK.

“Lem likes to suck pussy now.” says Mr. Blue.

“Loser. He probably lied to me.” says JFK. “What a loser! He’s so…gross. Like…I’m as straight as they come. Right?! But…I mean…I would never make a woman deal with my tension. That’s just…poor peasant shit.”

“So…true.” says Mr. Blue. “I’m over it. I just want to get laid.” He leans over and kisses JFK. “I’m sorry Lem was straight.”

“Can you suck my cock too?” asks JFK.

“Mm. Maybe?” says Mr. Blue.

“See! I’m feeling tense now.” says JFK breathing quickly.

“Didn’t Lem get tense?” asks Red Fay.

“No! He didn’t bad as many ailments as I did.” says JFK. “We argued about it a lot.”

“Why didn’t he ever tell you that that tension was just sexual arousal?” asks Red.

“Because it’s not!! It’s my tension!” says JFK.

“I’m feeling tense too!” says Mr. Blue breathing quickly.

“So am I! I wish Ethel was here!” says Bobby.

“See…Lem just wasn’t a tense guy. He was always so gay. But…he…was never tense.” says JFK.

“You didn’t get tense together?” says Red Fay.

“I was tense. He was…gay. He loved my tensions.” says JFK.

“Why?” asks Red Fay.

“Because he won. He thought I was a faggot. But I…was tense. Not a faggot. And…when I got tense I’d ask him to suck my cock. And he would. Sometimes he’d sort of offer to be nice. But it was…just medicinal.” says JFK.

“Gee! I’m feeling real tense!” says Bobby.

“I’m not sucking your cock! That’s weird. I know we wondered if it was weird. But it is…it’s weird.” says JFK to Bobby.

“You thought about sucking Bobby’s cock?” asks Red Fay.

“Yeah! It’s medicinal!” says JFK. “But…it’s so personal.”

“Yeah. That’s oral sex.” says Red Fay.

“You asked me to perform oral sex on you!” says Mr. Blue.

“No! That was medicinal!” says JFK.

“No. It wasn’t.” says Mr. Blue.

“Yes! It was!” says JFK.

“No. It’s homosexuality.” says Mr. Blue.

“No! We aren’t faggots.” says JFK.

“Yes! We are.” says Andrew.

“No!!” says JFK.

“I’m going to go talk to Ethel’s subconscious!” says Bobby.

“Why?! …Why?!” asks Jack.

“Because! I as looking at photos of Marilyn and I feel guilty.” says Bobby.

“Yeah. Say…sorry. I was such a bad influence on you. Marilyn was…just…a part of my…problem.” says JFK.

“So you’re problem was that you were too straight?” asks Red Fay.

“YES!! And Marilyn is proof of that!” says JFK.

“You weren’t really in love with Marilyn!” says Red Fay.

“I was as much as anyone!” says JFK.

“That’s not true!” says Bobby.

“Alright. Alright! So…then what?!” asks JFK.

“I’m going to go talk to Ethel!” yells Bobby.

“Whatever happened to Brett?” asks Red.

“He’s friends with my son. We aren’t friends. Not anymore.” says JFK.

“That’s absurd!” yells Red Fay.

“No!! We…were friends.” says JFK.

“Did he relieve your tensions?” asks Red Fay.

“Whatever!” scoffs JFK.

“Jack. Lem was never aroused. He wasn’t gay. You were. I was somewhat.” says Red Fay.

“No. It’s just in her imagination. It’ll all be fine when she dies.” says JFK.

“I’m bisexual. Mostly straight.” says Mr. Blue.

Jack looks at him longingly. “So you get tense too?”

“Yeah. Say…what do you think will happen…when Lacey dies?” asks Mr. Blue.

Jack Kennedy smiles. “I imagine she’ll be ugly. And everyone will hate her. And she’ll have to see what my life was like! And then she’ll repent and apologize. And Lem can go to Hell with her! And then everything will go back to normal. She’s the source of all evil!” says JFK.

“Well. That’s…unlikely. Isn’t it?” asks Mr. Blue.

“That’s what my father says!” says JFK.

“Huh. Yeah. What…does your mother think?” asks Mr. Blue.

“She thinks I’m plain. And if I tried harder I’d be more popular.” says Jack.

“Huh. So…my wife and I are in an open marriage.” says Mr. Blue.

“Oh! You’re straight too!” says JFK exhausted.

“Why do we hate Lacey??” asks Mr. Blue.

“Because she’s Lem. And I hate Lem now.” says JFK.

“Okay. But if you became me…some people would hate you. But would that be fair?” asks Mr. Blue.

“No. But you’re alive! And that’s not fair!” says JFK crying suddenly.

“That’s just how things are.” says Mr. Blue.

“You’re better looking than Lem!” says Jack.

“No! That’s not true! Lacey thinks I’m ugly compared to Lem.” says Mr. Blue.

“To me…you’re hotter. You’re my type. But you’re Irish too, right? Your eyes look Irish. And you’re tall but not too tall?” says JFK.

“Yeah. I look like Chris Hayes. I think he’s Irish.” says Mr. Blue.

“I’m not…gay…but…I like to party with my best friends. Would you like to come over? When you’re dead?” asks JFK.

“How long have you noticed me? For real.” asks Mr. Blue.

“Eight or nine years.” says JFK.

“So before Lacey noticed me?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Yeah!” says JFK.

“That’s so possible.” says Mr. Blue.

“So? Do we have a date if it’s possible?” asks JFK.

“Was this whole thing just to ask me out?!” asks Mr. Blue.

“I can’t say.” says JFK.

“So you hooked-up with Marilyn?! So hot!” says Mr. Blue.

“Yeah! She has great tits!” says Jack Kennedy.

“Let’s see your wife!!” says JFK.

“You’ve seen her?” says Mr. Blue.

“Not really. Show me pictures!” says JFK.

“Okay! Here!” he says. He shows him photos.

“She’s not my type. But I like her tits!” says JFK.

“What else do you like about her?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Her elegance.” says Jack.

“She’s my wife.” says Mr. Blue, fondly.

“You should meet Jackie.” says JFK.

“When?!?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Oh. I don’t know. Forty or so years?” says JFK. “We’ll see, I guess.”

“Yeah. I’ll pray for you.” says Mr. Blue.

“Okay?” says JFK sadly.

More later.