Brick
Bob: “Hello Brick! My name is Bob, our name starts with the same letter!”
Brick: “. . .Does that have any meaning?”
Bob: “Of course not! Now to make a long story short what you have to do is introduce yourself and pick some capsules.”
Brick: “Which capsules?”
Bob: “Any of which you prefer! If I were being interviewed I would personally pick the capsule with a triple meat stacked hamburger picture on it. Mmmmm just thinking about it makes my stomach churn up.”
Brick: “So I can pick any capsule?”
Bob: “Yes my boy!”
Brick: “Then I’ll pick that capsule with a black dove drawn on it.”
Bob: “A spectacular choice! Selected, and opened! Brick, how was your life as Jamie like and what did you think about your mother?”
Brick: “. . .quiet, tranquil, my mother was always in the room doing nothing and I went out to play everyday. I had nothing to do so I put my attention on what I could easily see around the park, birds. But I can’t deny that I always wanted to venture far away and experience all the birds in the world. . .and I indeed left Chicago. Maybe I always wanted that freedom and break out of the intangible cage of my mother. I don’t know. And as for my mother. . .although she was a drug addict I knew that she loved me. Although she did various nothing’s to get money for her drugs I knew that she still remembered and cared for me. . . . .perhaps I didn’t care for my mother that much. Maybe, perhaps, I don’t know, I am Brick not Jamie.”
Bob: “A Nicely phrased introdu. . .wait a second you didn’t introduce yourself my boy!”
Brick: “Oh I forgot. Um my name is Brick and from what I remember I started off with my mother in Chicago. As said earlier my mother was addicted to drugs and had them everyday. I was friends with Robbie who was living in the same building. . .and they fell. After that about the incident I lied to the police, met Roger and ran away blindly to find Rachel, I’m still a bit sorry for Ms. Laronne. After years of wandering I found Rachel and then. . .well you know the rest.”
Bob: “Yes we do! Ok the fate of the next capsule that will be brutally smashed opened now lies in your hands!”
Brick: “Why are you talking as though I’m doing something violent? Whatever, I’ll pick the capsule with the red egret on it.”
Bob: “You sure like birds don’t you? Ok selected, and opened! Robbie was one of your friends, and Nella, Rachel, Ariel was his family. When they fell off the roof and died what exactly did you feel? Perhaps did you feel anger at Rachel of being the only survivor by squashing your friend Robbie? What about her Grandma or Aunt or Drew?”
Brick: “When they fell off the roof? Pity, sadness, fear, emptiness, was I angry at Rachel that only she survived the fall? Of course not, it is sad that only she survived but I don’t feel any negative feelings for her just because of it. From what I’ve heard from Rachel Grandma isn’t a bad person nor is Loretta. Drew seems like a good kind-hearted man and I thank him because he whether on purpose or not connected me with Rachel.”
Bob: “And~the final capsule!”
Brick: “I’ll take the harmoni. . .I don’t know who designed it but I’ll take the capsule with a battered dented rusted harmonica drawn on it.”
Bob: “Oh I designed it! I personally asked Cab to put it in! Thank you for choosing that! Anyway selected, and opened! Ok what do you think about Rachel’s father Roger? Kind? Saint? Savage? Devil? God?”
Brick: “Stop trying to confuse me. Roger, I met him at the hospital next to Rachel lying on her bed. He loved Rachel, he cared for her, but at the same time he feared of himself and tried to keep distance from her. I’m not sure why he treated me that well, he chatted with me, he teached me how to sing the harmonica, He told me how himself and wife and some came not to be and told me to tell the story to Rachel. Perhaps he saw his son within me, but from what I heard he and I are a lot different. Also I might have saw the nonexisting shadow of my father from him, he could’ve been nothing like him but maybe I wanted to half a friendly father like him. That’s about it.”
Bob: “Good good! Finally this is a personal request can you sing the song flight you created?”
Brick: “. . .Not that I don’t want to I don’t have a harmonica.”
Bob: “Oh my bad. Then goodbye Brick! I have one last person to attend to.”