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Christopher Walken — Masterpiece — YouTube
My grandmother didn’t need to die the way she died; I’d have called it a homicide, but then “no one” ever listens to me.
I suppose now I can say whatever I’d like.
Do you know something?
[one full minute pause. Please respect that *ONE FULL MINUTE* of a pause, and then continue on, and make sure you’ve said NOT ONE SINGLE FLECK OF A SOUND.]
Take yourself some time, son. I have not asked for much from you, but you do already know that to whom much is given much is surely expected.
[Look around; wait for a noise, a change. Wait for something to reappear for you and then deliver this as best you will. Do the best you can, Bri, we expect that you will, we know that you will, and after this time, we will never again question your memory because everyone will know yes the whole world will just plain know that you are not a person who is willing to for a full consecutive minute engage in what the others can truthfully say is a LIE. They will never say it of you, at least.]
I am what is classically known as a “great bullshit artist.”
[wait; give it a long pause, dad. Give them the kind of pause that you’ve always wanted after you’ve just gotten through saying something which *actually is* important. When this moment is done, you can then know that for every single wrong you’ve ever done me — and there have been what I’ll call for the sake of this discussion a few…
